Sometimes when i'm frustrated i burn an album that sounds especially good at high volume in my car and do a lap around downtown. It's a shallow attempt at attracting attention, even a brief look of disgust is all the recognition i'm looking for and more often than not it happens. Last night i played Undertow by Tool. To give a brief explanation of what that album means to me; compared to all the extreme metal, death metal, black metal, grind, that album is more brutal and more powerful than the lot of it. It's visceral, it's jarring, it's emotionally exhausting, and perfect for the emotions i was trying to deal with. Last night while waiting at a stop light next to a fairly busy section of downtown, next to the Irish Pub Sine, this middle aged couple walks over to my car. They started to dance, they started to dance to Tool. I didn't recognize it at first, but then the guy yelled at me through the wall of sound being projected from my driver's side window, "Hey! Could you stick around for a little while... Turn it up!" I replied, "Of course!" and dialed a couple more notches clockwise on the volume knob. But, the light turned green and while shifting my left arm from resting on the window to the steering wheel, i gave him a wave of respect and sped off, squeeling slightly around a sharp turn. It was so refreshing. In the sea of apathy that is this town; someone not only reacted to a disturbance but reacted adaptively, enjoying the sudden chaos that fell upon that small section of cobblestone laden street.