Ear Full of Gold

I break into a cold panic when someone waves me onto a dance floor. I smile, I wave back sheepishly, I feign a cramp or flee pretending I’ve just received an urgent call. I hide in the bathroom and very thoroughly wash my hands or hover near the bar praying that the line is insurmountable so I can look back across the room at my dancing, joyful loved ones and raise my hands in mock frustration. Deep inside I am weeping with gratitude, and pray it takes all night to get that cocktail.

And yes, occasionally I find myself guilted into mildly shaking my arms and bobbing my head. Essentially moving like a stoned, paranoid Pinnochio. It’s a superbly terrifying experience, dancing.

Why is this important?

Because I love electronica. Why is that important? Because people in clubs are dancing to electronica. How do I know if I don’t go to clubs you might ask? I just do. Trust me. I read about what people are dancing to.

So yesterday I stumble upon this track from Glass Candy from their Warm in the Winter EP. Which is the whole point. If I were the dancing type this is what I would want the DJ to play just before they turn the lights on.