Like channel 62 on my new satellite radio, my life is a 24-hour, non-stop, ecstasy-doped, compelling rave (*). Electronic music evokes in my mind the aura of the modern metropolis at night, neon-lights burning brighter than stars, pouring life over cool streets; it evokes beautiful youth and the boredom, sex, and fatalistic philosophy of their lives, as the rhythm carries them ineluctably onward. Its point and counterpoint are the beating of a heart, and the cold reflection of the city skyline in a woman's shining eyes---the irridescent, immoral, narcotized cousin of a country-music sweetheart. The music can be meaningless, and hypnotic for that precise reason, and my mind fills it with stories.
* - Except for the small point that my life is not a 24-hour, non-stop, ecstasy-doped, compelling rave.