Catching up.

An event--if it's not a phenomenon--much blared in our faces these days is a film called Leave the World Behind, which is about the spectacular success and final breakup of a Swedish Electronic Dance Music Group (three DJ's) called Swedish House Mafia.  This was not so much news to me as the revelation of a whole appalling new world, whose existence I had surmised and anticipated but had not wished even to think about--since (sometime in the last decades of the last millennium) it crept up on me, then dawned on me, that the vast majority (of the poor, culturally impoverished, subliterate, and not very smart aficionados of popular "culture," which is most people) attribute musicality and originality, even genius, to disc jockeys.  God the implications of just that.  

But if you want to poke a little deeper into this undead cadaver, you discover such throbbing gobbets as "House Music," which is one kind of Electronic Dance Music, which is a specific kind of Electronica, the kind that is meant to be "danced" to.  Now let's just stop for a moment and consider what is meant by "dancing" in this sense.  

Anyway, what's interesting, in the sense of something being given away, or unconsciously betrayed, is the fact that all the reviewers, without exception, who feel something positive about the live "concerts" given (staged? perpetrated?) by these three disc jockeys, describe it as an "emotion," powerful and noteworthy because it is shared by a very large number of Electronic Music Dancers.  No fooling.