Fleeing Closet

And so it was that Brave Sir Robin — ahem, the honorable Sir Robin of the Wardrobe District — vehemently proclaimed that the « Fleeing Closet » was absolutely not, under any circumstances, a Panic Room. “No, no, no, good people, perish the thought! One does not flee into it—one merely steps briskly, assertively, and with great dignity into a compact architectural feature for… contemplative purposes. Any resemblance to frantic self-preservation is purely coincidental, and frankly rather rude to suggest.”

Meanwhile, beneath this noble denial, your cadence strolls through E Dorian (#4) like a knight who’s definitely not running away, beginning with the sharpened-four diminished E°, instantly destabilizing the tonal ground. The shift to Em provides the only breath of modal gravity before everything tips again through first-inversion °-chords and a Bm⁶⁴ that feels more like a pivot than a resolution. By the time A#°⁶⁴ arrives, the floor fully wobbles—perfect for a jam that pretends it’s standing still while musically bolting for the exit.

The Moog Model 15’s polyphony adds the final irony: heroic timbre, cowardly harmony. Perfect.