NOT EVERY SONG NEEDS LYRICS! IN DEFENSE OF SH*TTY DANCE MUSIC

My first rave was when I was twenty years old and still coming off the secondhand high of Brat Summer. Whether or not this high was from collective effervescence or poppers fumes is up to you to decide. It was during a fateful Thanksgiving break that my best friend begged me to come with her to the DJ set of a fresh romantic prospect who had an affinity for all things electronic music.