Bill and I played to a bunch of corpses tonight at Zydeco's. There was a brief moment where I thought we were bringing them back to life, but as it turned out, they don't come back to life quite right. It's like a zombie movie where all they want is to eat your brains. Or maybe it's more like Flatliners, where they come back only to have their worst nightmares (us, apparently) haunt them. Better yet, like Frankenstien's monster, where we jolt them back from the dead only to have them turn on us and throw a small girl down a well.
Okay, so maybe no small kids were harmed, but boy, were they lifeless tonight. I think I made my point.
