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Describing music is one of those eternally futile things. Saying, “This is great,” doesn’t really do much to explain why the song is great. It’s like trying to describe the taste of Coca-Cola to someone who’s never had anything like it, and moreover, explaining why anyone would want to drink it.

When discussing the transformative effects of Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” on my commute, I find that I have not the words. I do, however, have visual aides.

As you can see, the magnitude of the effect is formidable, perhaps on the level of PCP or a Care Bear Stare. When I’m walking to work and this song comes up on the iPod, I can’t help but feel good. The music will bathe you in awesomeness. If you don’t believe me, that’s okay. This is a debate we can settle easily. As it happens, “Dancing with Myself” is part of EMI’s music catalogue, which means you can get a delicious, Grade A, DRM-free version from iTunes Plus for less than the cost of a cup of coffee.

I had thought, even after many times listening to the song, that I was mishearing the lyrics. I thought maybe Billy was vocalizing a few words that I was just missing. Turns out he’s not. Also, the old music video for this song has nothing to do with the lyrics, unless having the chance to teach the world to dance also gives you the opportunity to fight zombies.