BURNING FOR THE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

Man, there ain't nothin' like that buzz of four on the floor. It gets your blood pumpin'. You slam down on the stick, and that engine just roars to life. The beat is locked in like a prison cell, and you're caught up in the rhythm. It reminds you to a simpler time, when the music was raw, and you could just let loose. Some folks say it's all a