upon finishing a 30 second impromptu jam session on his invisible kit, the drummer returned the sticks to their upright position, pointing skyward, tucked in an elastic headband, just above his ears. mounted on his head, the sticks resembled antenna.

the drummer sat silently and motionless waiting. many others also waited but were pretending not to. terminal c gate 18 was his concert hall and we were his captive audience.

the left antenna twitched slightly. he turned his head to the left, eyes unfocused. there was nothing to see. infinite rhythms pass though us unnoticed. microwaves, light waves, radio waves, electicity, the small rounded tips of the drummer’s antenna sense them all. even more seemingly invisible, are transmissions from keith moon and john bonham. the drummer’s brain cracks the transmissions and is inspired.

suddenly the antenna once again become drum sticks in his hands. he assaults the imaginary kit for 30 seconds. when it is over, he spins the sticks in his hands like a gunfighter in an old western and then returns them to their upright position, pointing skyward.