The bass was booming, pulsating the walls.  He was matching that bass strum for strum and I felt myself falling, faster and faster.  Wishing it to stop, wanting it to obliterate every other sound in the room. Damn, he’s rocking it, balling it, owning it.  Whipping me into a frenzy.  And then, the snare and high hat, Ooh.  The climax.  Oh. Oh, wait.. Oh, stop.  No, Na, no.  No.  Gone. Puff……

I removed the headphones and leaned back.  Needed a cigarette. A cigar.  A drink.  Damn, that track was unbelievable.