Rockin Rob:
You are instantly taken in by the powerful sound waves, like the first glistening drops of a looming thunderstorm, giving brief warning of the sheer force Rockin Rob holds at his fingertips. The beat begins to mount, like the dance lesson you were never taught, seducing your heartbeat to dare to keep up. Every sound flows together, in perfect harmony with the hedonistic atmosphere of thousands of human souls, all breathlessly awaiting the resolution of the tension Rob has so perfectly cultivated. And when you just can’t take it anymore; when the frenzied room has reached a fever pitch whose only antidote is Rob’s humble lighthouse--showing us the light and giving us the key to ourselves--; when you can’t decide if you want to murder or kiss the man who has championed this crazed journey to the highest of heights, the music will drop, and Rob will show you that you are already home. Right here, right now, we all belong to each other and the music.