Seamus Tomkins had been playing his funky stew of hip-hop-electro-techno-pop as a one-man band for two decades, and he was ready for a new musical chapter. It began a couple of years ago in the Giacomini Wetlands, where he came upon Flyn Nichol, who was dancing by himself.
Like everyone else in town, Seamus had seen Flyn around Point Reyes Station, where he dances, raps and dispenses his singular spiritual wisdom to passersby nearly…