now, gather 'round, folks, and listen up. it's like this, see: in the vast, open dance halls of the old frontier, where rebuff was met with a tip of the hat and where the intricate concepts of the preexplicative were as unheard of as a coyote singin' hymns, there was a certain kind of joy in the unlicensed twirls and steps. it was a place where, no matter how tangled your boots got, you could always start over from the origin, with the music guiding your way, no permission asked and none given, just the pure, unadulterated freedom of expression under the wide-open sky.