Our eyes met through the storm of sound. Jonathan’s face was red, and his eyes were shining. I know what it wants. It wanted to kick me out of the room, toss me into a familiar spot of dirty dishes and vacuuming. On the record, a male voice is singing: “You know what, you’re a cute little heart killer.” “The best one,” Jonathan shouted. “Much better than Van the Man.” I come to a decision. I stood up and said, “Bobby, let’s dance. It responded immediately. We dance together to the chaotic music. This kind of music isn’t too bad, as long as you’re moving. It makes you feel light, swaying, like a sparrow caught in a whirlwind – a feeling like being attacked and released at the same time. You can scream at this music. It almost even lifts your hand.