i have been listening to my new purchases and i am such a fool for a good beat (as in thumping and pulsing) ... or any beat for that matter. i have been known to groove and bop to the syncopated rhythm of the dryer. every so often my whoredom for the beat hits me and it makes me think of my maternal grandmother who is born again pentacostal (yes, this explains volumes for those of you keeping score at home). I wouldn't hear the end of how THAT "sound" was the sound of the "flesh" and of the devil. i suspect that she probably felt as moved as I do by the sound and it obviously had to be bad... what a shame, to live in a self cloistered world where your own primordial sound- the sound of your own heart is a sin.