Amy Lerman | FOUR ON THE FLOOR

FOUR ON THE FLOOR You tell me you like house music— how the synthesized thumps traverse your veins, hippocampus, so you are twenty again, the exotic American, dancing with strangers and pint glasses at Le Beat Route. Then there is the music of house— the fridge’s decade-old respirations; unsettled, foundation cracks; the a/c’s throbbings,…

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