After a good 10 minutes of involuntary syncopations, it’s just possible that I’m finding my groove a tiny bit. Since three times through the nerve-wracking slow torture of “Oh! Susannah” has me sticking straws in my hair, I switch to sampling one of the keyboard's rhythm backgrounds, which does help me feel the beat. But Gus’s response is utter chaos and full entropy; his foot needs an exorcist as it flails the hi-hat pedal. Until we return to “Susannah,” and he regains his focus, following his conductor with remarkable acuity:
If I can resist being driven ‘round the bend by its electronic inanity, I’ll try more “Susannah” again next time. Anything for the donkey . . .
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