So I had Jungle Boogie on the player at full blast. Rain and I had just had an argument and I was trying to get her attention. But she was just ignoring me and dancing in wild gyrating undulating moves across the living room floor of the loft apartment I occupied on Washington Street. I lithely stepped over to the music box and turned it off. Silence. A look of amazement came over Rains face. “Why’d you do that, Frank?” she asked, “all I wanted to do was dance to Jungle Boogie.”