Great music causes a kind of physical takeover of our sensations. It taps into our nervous systems and cuts out thought. It removes the veils which our marriage with reality and society create. Its empties us and fills in a violent, almost sexual, occupation.

 I don’t dance, I can’t..not normally anyway. My lack of rythm and social awarness cause paralysis. But with the aid of alcoholic lubrication and good music I can dance without thought. I have no idea or awarenss of how I look, it goes beyond such vainities. Insterad it feels like your body is kind of taken over by the music. Your itnerior is pulsing to the rhythms perectly, even if your exterior is being flung in a grotesque manner. None of this matters, for a fleeting moment the walls which we construct, which others construct, which thought constructs, they are temporarily peeled back to give a glimpse into something altogether purer.

The problem is that you then snap out of it, feel obliged to carry on dancing and then become an odd mix of a socially paranoid half mover and an arrogant self indulgent, centre of stage exhibitionist.

All of this is failry pointless in analysis, what isn’t, at least, is that music is the purest art form…it is the one which channels most directly into our soul, our nervous system, our phyche and our emotional self. (Joy Division’s ‘Transmission’ and Radiohead’s ‘Bodysnatchers’ have both done this to me recently)