# that odd live version of keep hold of yourself by sonny rollins starts to play from an unknown nearby source in lab whenever this happens it confuses the heck out of travellers they start running around waving ir too-often skinny non-martial arms and panicking uselessly though whether in abject irrational error andor extreme enjoyment isn't clear note how this particular 20min live version features noticeable background noise of the crowds at the venue yet this gives regular performances of the song an odd quality as if the crowd's enthusiasm and the song's accelerated pace radially excite local dimensional realty imbuing it with a distressed fierceness a uniquely overwrought artistic delirium such a song brings to mind the intense urban sonic techniques of tight forward r&d crews such as the panther modems // republic of bob