Once upon a time in a desert village far far away a traveling festival came to town and a young luthier and his wife were were gifted by their fairy godmother with golden invitations also known as, "back stage passes."
Friends and kinfolk traveled from distant islands just to behold the miraculous spectacle.
They ate, they drank, they danced to the rhythms and the rhymes of the greatest minsterls and bards in all the land.
Artists, and gypsies, and activists, and theatricals showed up in droves, adorned in full regalia, and fashions of the highest garb.
There they communed with one another under the dust and the heat of the desert to witness their poetical heroes.
The whole ordeal was really quite trippy actually, some even called it The Desert Trip, and it was, it really was.