Once upon a time, when the world was young, humans would gather together to listen to loud noises, to move their limbs rhythmically, to imbibe intoxicants, to emit vocalisations of joy, to slap their fingered appendages together, and to socially bond.
If my misty recollections serve me well, I was occasionally lucky enough to be the person responsible for some of the loud noises emitted at those gatherings.
Some wild-eyed soothsayers say those days will return once more.
If so, I am ready. Should you require my services, either project a large CM symbol on a passing blimp, or email me on [email protected].