plank raze i can't stay still when i'm holding a plank. i know that probably makes it less effective. it doesn't matter. i won't do core-strengthening exercises without music. in the beginning, when i was lucky to keep my face from grazing the carpet for twenty seconds, i would sing harry nilsson's "without her" in my head. i'd see how many verses i could get through. when i was able to finish the song without breaking my nose, i started listening to cjam. the hazy transmissions of radio_ghosts became the soundtrack to my morning and before-bed sweating sessions. i draw the line at talk radio. when there isn't a melody or some kind of pulse to latch onto, i reach for a record. but most of the time i run with whatever's on the air, whether it's a repeat of a program i've heard a dozen times or a live broadcast. the house music dj malk was playing two hours ago on "vitamin r" cast a spell on me. i'm well-versed in the art of restrained headbanging and hip-shaking with my forearms and the balls of my feet glued to the floor. this was different. i've never gone off like that in such a vulnerable stance. i don't know who the hell put that song together, but the rhythm bit into me and wouldn't let go. even now, in bed, on my back, with nothing to light my way but the red glow of a laptop i should have put to sleep already, i can feel it calling me to move. 220714 what's it to you? who go blather from