In the outskirts of the world, Madonna stood in silence listening to Expressway to yr Skull.

The cat stood up, back arched, it's hair standing on end.

Kim ran out of the house and into the garage.

Steve grabbed the groovebox & ran into the other room & programmed a beat from an ancient memory...he hurried back, snatching up a snare & some sticks, a tape recorder & a microphone line-in in the process & when that beat started goin' down all around, in that moment, out in the garage (which only served to add an extra bass effect to the proceedings), Kim realized what she must do.

Where she brought out a bass and microphone.

While everyone was freaking out, Coco lay in bed dreaming of her band "Lightbulb", and how it would one day be bigger than life.

And bigger than Sonic Youth.

(double posting)

Meanwhile, Cantankerous was hopped up on the injection white coat man had given her, and was grooving to her own beat; whilst stroking the cat absent-mindedly.

Kim started rocking like never before, in tune to Lee's groovebox.

And steve came in rocking harder than ever.

It felt just like the good old days, all over again.

Then they bursted, with The Burning Spear.

All hell broke loose, and the house started to shake.

'What the...holy f***' said the cat as lightning flashed outside.

In Europe it was storming too, and Hip Priest and tokolosh were experiencing the same.

(Fuck, it's storming here today)

It was a storm of biblical proportions.

Rivers burst, expanding over their floodplains.

Fish fell from the skies (much to the excitement of the cat).

Much laundry was lost.