I have no idea to this day what that DJ was singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I tell you, that bass soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some spiky echidna ran into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Lancefield felt free. Anyway, up next, number 87. And so the music played on, each note carrying with it a sense of liberation...