: I heard a song when I was four-years-old. A guitar thrusting powerful chords, Donna Summer belting, yearning for a lover; a four-on-the-floor rhythm that drove energy into everyone’s feet. I knew little then, but still at that age I learned how naturally my body responded to a heavy bass, an electrifying melody, and the pleasure that could bring me; how easily the sight of others moving too could well me up with contagious joy. It would be nearly thirty years til I’d hear that song again in a crowded room filled with strangers, hundreds of us singing along, dancing to the very same track that taught me the power of music. I’m sure all those people had experienced what I had before, and a whole generation before me too. All of us discovering joy at a young age and finding it again in place where we could all be free. We felt it rushing through our veins. It’s been coursing there since we were four-years-old. The chorus began: Donna Summer looking for a lover and a guitar cutting somewhere deep within us. We let our souls bleed out on the dance floor, and everywhere it was disco, disco, disco.