A few years ago an old girlfriend brought me to a dance hall in Seattle. As we walked up the stairs you could hear the big band playing the swing music. We poked our heads in the door and saw a couple hundred people dancing like crazy doing the lindy hop. It was loud, big, boisterous, fun, and there were tons of smiles. Of course she just showed me that as we were on our way somewhere else. Down the hall, to the right, across a staircase, and a left turn and we walked down a different hall now. At the end was another dance hall, this one was dimly lit red with candles everywhere. There were only about 10 couples dancing to an Argentine Tango.

It was captivating. These people danced with so much passion, their eyes were almost always closed. They moved as if they were one person. The dance was seductive, romantic, and honest. The music, the lights, the smell of the candles, the dance, everything took us in. It seemed as if they flowed effortlessly although they carved out precision steps and moves learned over time. There was something about this dance, this music that I wanted to understand. We returned here almost every week for a few months and stumbled our way through the art of the Argentine Tango. Each time we arrived some lady would grab me and a gentleman would grab my dance partner and they would teach us by example. This is what we'll capture in this new concert. The dance, the passion, or better just know I envisioned these evenings when I wrote, Ritual. (back to albums)