Boredom breeds amazing little phantasms, if one is quick enough to catch them and resolute enough to develop them into something more substantial. Once, while waiting in the outside car line at a bank, I imagined a music that was one part tribal rhythms and danceable beats and one part raw electronic music. In my mind's ear, I heard this exotic juxtaposition, and even mentioned it to a few members of the band that I was in at that time. It was quickly forgotten by all but me. Ten years later, someone tapping into that same node in the cosmic unconsciousness invented industrial dance music. I settled for the plate of shrimp.