Chilly days in Nashville find me dreaming of a dank hole-in-the-wall somewhere tropically warm where drinks pile up but you never get drunk, where you don't bust a move yet you can't sit still, where days melt into nights, thick is the air but you don't seem to care, where you needn't explicitly know the music to know that it has a supernatural ability to color and drive the experience, if even from the background. Here's to the transformative and imaginational powers of mere sound waves as fully evidenced here. We should all be so lucky to have anything this powerful accessible at the click of a button.