The rain was falling hard, the city streets were packed with umbrellas and midnight hounds in heat. I was late for practice, traffic was bad. DQ, my drummer shouted through the wire, "hurry up, the Limettes made a new dance routine, it's simply unbelievable!" 45 minutes later, I came crashing through the rehearsal space doors, soaking wet, umbrella black like tar, door slammed shut behind me and the music stopped. DQ spit onto his snare, and rattlesnakes the sticks into infinity. Kacie and Kate snapped into a shaking move as I shook the umbrella off to dry.

I plugged the guitar in, and we get to our usual jam session before rehearsal. We dove into 50's classics like johnny b goode, wipeout, train kept a rollin… and then it happened. The still wet umbrella slumped in the corner, lonely stared up at us, needing to shake. Kacie turned and yelled, "shake!" and Kate, "Shake!" and DQ, "Shake shake baby shake!". The absurdness of the situation caused a riot of laughter in the room. I continued to play wipeout strumming the opening note over and over faster and faster as DQ laid a 4/4 kick drum over top. Something happened that rainy Brooklyn night. A new song was brought to life, all from a little wet black umbrella.