Mr. and Mrs. LeBlanc asked their four children what they would like to receive for Christmas. The oldest boy asked for some books. The girl asked for clothes. The middle boy asked for a football.

Then they asked the youngest what his fondest wish for Christmas would be. With a devilish gleam in his eye he responded without a moment's hesitation. "I want a big, green garbage can just like Oscar the Grouch on SesameS treet."

So, although it was an odd request, on Christmas morning he was greeted by the biggest, greenest, Oscar-the-Grouchiest garbage can he ever saw. He promptly climbed in and was not seen for an hour.

His mother was elated. Not only was it inexpensive, but he seemed to derive so much pleasure from it. He hid in it, put his toys in it, had his brother's friends stuff him in it and roll him down the street. She recommended one to all of her friends.

That is... until he turned it over and started to beat on it.

It's many years later. The venue is packed beyond capacity. The music and the energy have been swirling non-stop for over two hours. A melodic chaos has held the audience and the performers captive for what seems like a brief series of never-ending moments.

But something is different now. The venue is completely dark. And everyone seems to be crouching on the ground while some lunatic is going on about believing in yourself and letting it all go. About finding the passion in your soul that you may have forgotten about or may have let someone kick out of you.

Then all of a sudden the light slices through the blackness with a vengeance unmatched while a thousand people jump as high as they can with their hands in the air -- screaming as loud as possible to assert and to celebrate their very existence. At that moment, if you look hard enough, you'll see something a little unique. Because on stage you'll see a four year old boy laughing his ass off while furiously beating a green garbage can with all of his might.