To this day I still pooh-pooh Obsession cologne, but continue to love all that 80s mood music. Here’s to the haunting lyrics, heavy snyths, and syncopated bass rifts of my youth. May the mood be with you. Track list after the jump!
But the dancefloor has always done it for me. Doesn't matter much what kind of music. In my days as a spookyweird kid in New Orleans it was goth night and punk shows, doing the cobweb-pull (goth inside joke) or slamming into other bodies in the pit, wearing my bruises as a badge of honor. I'm mostly too old (or fragile!) for that at punk shows now but at age 30 still got myself a tattoo as a reminder, paraphrasing Emma Goldman's famous, possibly-apocryphal line "It's not my revolution if I can't dance to it."