In total, there were eight people on stage, mostly playing instruments that Ken had never seen (except for the guitar and the violin), but producing m...sic that captivated him in a way that he'd never experienced.The piece ended, the audience started screaming and hollering their pleasure, and Ken found he was right there with them. A small, attractive redhead -- Fionna Ashland, Ken was sure -- stepped up to the microphone."Well now," she said, her voice carrying the same musical Irish lilt that. The music was indescribable. I’m not a music person. I find that rap and hip-hop are only slightly less annoying than a barking dog, and mainstream country music is crap and ... these people did some stuff that might slide over into country. “Bluegrass,” Terri explained. “More a genre of folk music than anything.”And Cajun. I’d heard Cajun, you know, being from South Louisiana, you can’t miss it. I never saw it performed live before, and by such a happy group as Nikki on her triangle, her Dan. ”“Ave, Council of Elders,” Eve said, her hand tightly gripping mine.“Ave, Eve,” the Great Leader said, their tone reassuring.“Albert Einstein was getting a blow job from a woman called Aroha in the Swiss Patent Office. He said she was his ‘research assistant.’”“Pamela, who is Aroha?” the Great Leader asked.“No record of her. She briefly appeared in Einstein’s life, right when Eve time-jumped back,” Pamela replied.“Um,” I interrupted, “Aroha is an ancient word, meaning love, from the country we. Tick tock." I yawn, covering my mouth again. "Tick tock..."6:52:47 am: Okay Allison, you can stop repeating it now.6:53:02 am: "Tick... okay..."6:53:14 am: It's getting hard to stay awake isn't it?6:53:32 am: "Yes..." I mumble, yawning again.6:53:36 am: It's getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open too isn't it?6:53:59 am: "Uh-huh..." I blink my eyes a few times, trying to force them to stay open.6:54:07 am: "Sleepier and sleepier now"6:54:29 am: "Sleepier..." Another yawn. "And.