Do you ever get self conscious in the club and forget what the frick to do with your arms? Those moments are painful. But when a bop finally comes on… I know you’ve got those arms in the air like you just don’t care.

The body perceives before the mind. When it does so with music, that might be what they call dancing. That strange human ritual, documented in all societies since ancient Mesopotamian times. Where our nervous systems engage in a natural process of self-regulation, talk is replaced by movement, and time ceases to be felt.

What brings us into this flow state? Is it the banger the DJ just put on? The vibe of the crowd? Our cultures? Our identities? Perhaps the connection between body and sound comes from the very CDJ itself. This physical extension of music to the outside world can turn man into machine… or machine into man. Or woman. Or person. Either way I bet you’re pumping your fist when Avicii comes on.