When I was almost-asleep last night, the idea of Robert Anton Wilson and Anthony Braxton hanging out and just rapping popped into my mind.
Excited by the premise, the idea of Sun Ra and Noam Chomsky joining them also occurred to me. Then they all took turns playing air hockey in this Danish bar I know. Then I got mad at the air hockey idea because it was stupid and frivolous and I woke up.
Braxton was killing at air hockey, though.