Seeking a cure for a rainy day, I throw a record on the turntable and watch it spin. Over and over it moves, each groove sending harmonious melodies down my spine causing my foot to twitch along with the beat. Around me lies dozens of record cases scattered on the floor.

"this must be the first symptom of a vinyl junkie" I think to myself, placing the record back into the sleave and replacing it with another uplifting track.

In the background plays the movie Spirited Away on the computer. A water sprite glides along in perfect unison with the paul van dyk track now grooving. Only one question is left in my mind.
Anyone out there want to go dancing tonight?