Greenwatch

It's not just about the music. It's not the violent slap of the drum or the squeal of the pipes! The air surges through my lungs as I move, jerk, and sway to the rhythm but it's not just the rhythm. My bare feet stamp down on the earth, the grass and dirt ground between my toes as they grip for balance. Many others around me are enslaved by the same fusion, their exhilaration taking over their bodies and making them puppets.
We don't dance in harmony. We dance in violation! Offending the silence that is natural to this place with weapons of joy, desire, and the need to express ourselves, unrestrained!

That's what it's all about. For me anyway.