No words

Imagine the first Beats as aboriginal tribe gathered at sacred fires.

Recreating that day’s hunt with the others was the driving, primal need to show and tell. Share and (maybe) embellish. Sheer poetry; didn’t rhyme, didn’t matter. Livestreaming accounts of near misses, triumphant kills so all could eat and thrive was theatre-after-the-fact.

Energetic vocalizations….vivid grimaces — dramatic gesturing!

They riffed, rapped and reveled to a beat only they laid down.