So, is it weird to be sitting in the church parking lot grooving to the prodigy? That's exactly what I was doing an hour ago: rocking out to Breathe, a song I had nearly forgotten I loved, while waiting for my kids' school day to end.
Before I got hooked on the crack that is the Twilight books, I was reading what amounted to a treatise on rave culture and music. It was surprisingly boring. The anecdotes the author related were interesting but all too brief and he discussed in depth the varied history of techno music. I found myself wishing for a CD of the music he was writing about, some of which I find really, really fun (Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, the prodigy, the Shamen) but much of it was unfamiliar to me. I wanted to hear it (I went through the exact same thing while reading Mark Hertsgaard's brilliant A Day In The Life).
But I'm content with my new prodigy disc and car dancing in my mini-van.