Throughout the first months of the year, when c oronavirus was just a keyword in headlines of articles I mostly didn't read, the music in my headphones celebrated the pleasure of human contact. At the top of my personal pop playlist for 2020 is a mind-blowing dance song, " Sweat (Sophie Remix)," by the producer Sonikku and the vocalist Liz , which tells of a party so hot that sweat drips off the walls. It was only a little more than a week ago that I'd weave through crowded sidewalks to Dua Lipa's battle cry of "Let's get physical!" Or I'd spend packed subway rides vibing to Grimes's "4ÆM, " a thunderous Bollywood rave about partying all night in which the singer bleats, over and over, "You're gonna get sick / You don't know when." These songs are new, but they voice some of music's—and humankind's?—oldest urges: to close-talk, to touch, to move, to merge. The precedents are numerous and far-flung. In 2003, Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz shouted the joys of sweat on "Get Low" ; Olivia Newton-John had her own "Physical " in 1981; you can go back to Little Willie John, in 1956, for fun,… Read full this story
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