"Vast inflatable characters were a regular feature of his shows . . ."

And speaking of Dionysiac, sovay just sent me this obit for Mark Fisher, mad genius of the rock'n'roll spectacular.

I had no idea.

I feel his detumescence earns a grander elegy.  Something like:

The crown o' the earth doth melt. Pink Floyd!
O, wither'd is the garland of the Stones,
The LED is blink'd: young op'ning acts
Are level now with gods; the stage is bare,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Behind the visiting stars.

Nine