Won’t you join Brett Gleason in his bedroom, his shower, his bed? With the ticking of a metronomic clock chasing us through his day, we’re led to a bright, blank office for a musical presentation before meeting a very different Brett – one who straps on rollerblades and gleefully glides down main street, sings on water and spins in a centrifuge of joy.
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