“Hypnotized: A Tribute to Bob Welch”

“There is the quick triple bass drum beat and the persistent snare and cymbal. The band is preparing to Hypnotize you. Then that spacey guitar chord, that yelp yearning for transcendence, that treble growl of escape, the one where you can clearly see, in your mind’s eye, the guitarist leaning back, and pushing forward his Les Paul, proud in the birth of such a luscious sound. That one chord sets the mood for everything. This song will carry you way in and then far out. In you will go, deep into your imagination. And out you will emerge into a dreamy world of strange possibilities. Four consistent beats of bass, vibrating out like hot, bubbling chocolate. Light, tinkling rhythm guitar notes emerge from somewhere back there in the distance. Your body starts to gracefully sway, your shoulders to rise and fall in lubricated waves. You become aware that every instrument in the band, contributing its own specific stroke of sound, is but a limb in this body beautiful called song. The instruments are dancing in unison, all working together, playing off and with each other, as this audible masterpiece of gracefully dancing bodies gets painted in the air. And now this young man, this singer, with the everyday voice of your once loved friend, begins to tell his tale. It is a story of a silent skyborne craft that might or might not have actually passed that window; the story of beings from other star systems, who might have come to earth; the story of a miraculous pond that no human hands could have ever built; the story of men who could fly in their bodies over mountains and hills. You are now one with the song. You are now afloat on a delectable cloud in a heavenly sky. You have now fallen into the mystical trance. Everything does seem like a dream, and you are blissfully Hypnotized.”