"We were somewhere around Burbank, at the beginning of Cats, when the drugs began to take hold..."
Same number of seconds in, I entered survival mode.
Look upon these hollow homages to the physical form...these avatars of poor judgement, these sketchy, overeager, walking rough drafts draped in fuzzy, thriftless pixels... twirling effigies too prideful to self-immolate, pleading in earnest that you simply sing along.
Convinced they, too, were real
Real enough to be loved, at least...