I listened to this while running seven miles last night, and then again this morning on the train. (The 8:09, i.e., "the late-people train". Despite the fact that I now need to be out of the bathroom by 7:20 so that J-J meterbridge can get ready for work earlier (since the Voodoo Love Taxi died and he has to walk to work now), I still apparently can't manage to get out of the building in time to make the 7:53 or the 7:58, because I spend the newfound extra time making tea and dicking around online.)
You should have seen me scrunching up my face and twitching around trying to keep from singing out loud. I think that maybe I listen to so much music while running that, whenever I listen to music while not running, it makes me feel suffused with way more breath and energy than is normal. This reminds me of how in high school, late at night, I used to put on "Perfect" from Adore and turn off all the lights except for some magenta Christmas lights in my room, and I would dance and literally throw myself on the floor, which didn't hurt, rolling around because I couldn't contain myself.