August in Memphis can make anyone a little crazy. But it’s also beautiful -a sacred time when music goes long into the night chasing after breezes, when sweat pours from bodies and carries away all that separates us, when it’s too damn hot to do anything other than just be, exist. There is something equalizing about this shared immersion in the power of the planet to make us stop. Not move so fast. Take our time and our breath and slow ourselves down.