It was a hot, steamy night in the Big Easy and I was feeling good. I had just gotten my pass to the hottest new club, the Metrix. It was very swanky. Just to get in the joint, you had to dress in black tie, grease the palms of the bouncers at the entrance with some Benjamins, and pretend that you really did belong. Wow, it was like something out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel and as the music played, I became mesmerized.
“When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway. Like a lazy ocean that hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more.”