It was Halloween night. I was in the Hollywood and Vine Metro station leaning against the elevator in a gray blazer, jeans, a poketo tee and my All Day I Dream About... Adidas. I put the iPod earbuds in my ears, rolled the clickwheel back a couple turns and hit play. I cracked open the copy of URB magazine I had in my back pocket, listened to the powerful opening of Genesis and shortly, I was in motion. Catching a sweat, I put the sneakers to work, moving to the beat, trying to recreate the energy that emanated from A Cross the Universe, the documentary about DJ Gods Justice that I had just finished viewing. I've talked about the power of dance for me before but again I am reminded of the connection it provides for me. Not just to my fellow man but to the universe. To life. To being alive. To being unique. To being not so very unique at all.
There's not much out there about the documentary so here's the trailer: