Madness Mania — Extra Quality

And then came the music.

They never did find Arthur. Some say he walked into the woods playing that crooked harmonica, and the trees began to dance. Others say he never existed at all—that the mania was always there, sleeping under the petunias, waiting for a quiet man to set it free. madness mania

But late at night, if you listen close, you can still hear it: a tune that makes no sense, played on a breath that refuses to be reasonable. And somewhere, Arthur Ponder is laughing, because the moon has finally come loose. And then came the music