For the past mile of rush-hour traffic, I’d been keeping one eye on the pulsating brake lights ahead of me and the other fixed on my rearview mirror. The guy in the car behind me had been rocking out in totally rare form, snapping his head left and right to declaim lyrics to the neighboring lanes, rolling his skull in that up-down-siiiideways motion that indicates complete and total soul-grasping emotional involvement in the music. He’d close his eyes and utter more mute lyrics in my general direction and bang his arms down on the steering wheel in between enthusiastic swigs from a 20-oz bottle of Mountain Dew.

Looking at his overgrown goatee and slightly fleshy jaw, I first pegged him as a Linkin Park or Limp Bizkit devotee, thrashing with ill-articulated angst. Then I decided that he was enunciating words way too well for a Nu Metal nut, and decided that he must be a Slim Shady-era Eminem devotee. Coming to a halt at another stoplight, I turned off the car’s heater. The silence made my ears ring, until a muffled song started suddenly in another car. I looked behind me. Rockin’ man was experiencing perfect bliss.

Everybody dance now!

Everybody dance now!

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