Take this past Tuesday night. You may have thought that the first set could not be topped or even equalled. For sheer craziness, there was “Out of My House, Roach”, culminating in Stich Wynston’s unforgettable dance of the dying cockroach, joined on the floor, literally, by a long-haired platinum blonde named George Koller (whose serious-looking bald alter ego won the 2007 National Jazz Award for Bassist of the Year); the psychedelia of “Gabi’s Gimme Suit” with the untamable George 'the lion-maned' Koller playing with bass, screeches and echoes, hitting drumsticks threaded between the strings and letting them bounce. Also greatly entertaining was the fast-rapping Richard Underhill’s “Cheese on Bread” which sparked a spontaneous sing-along and Stich Wynston’s classic poem, “What do You Want?” (do you want to learn to count? do you want a fish to mount? did you know Sun Ra’s real name was Sonny Blount?)

Was that first set topped or equalled? Good question. It started with Mingus’ “Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting” with which the audience, unrequested, clapped along. The “Funkin Pumpkin” got everyone on the dance floor and the “Shuffle Groove” brought in a taste of Jimi Hendrix’ “Fire” but with fiery saxophone instead of fiery guitar. We were pretty much experienced by this point but still not prepared for what happened next. During “Spadina Bus” (77B on the TTC) the Demons walked off the stage, still playing as they wove their way through the audience. Some people, perhaps the more experienced, followed them in a conga line. I stayed in my seat and watched, figuring the set was over — until I realized they had danced right out the front door of Lula Lounge into the street. Thankfully, it was a pleasant spring night, perfect for laughing and clapping along to the music, perfect for watching bewildered motorists rubber-necking as they witnessed Stich Wynston dancing like a demon possessed on construction-encumbered Dundas Street.