We know you. You arrive early each week, consume copious amounts of the whiskey beverage of your choice, get tore down, tattoo your name on the dancefloor, smile at someone, get their number, loose their number, forget the night, but remember the feeling. You long each week to get it back. The DJ booth is like a magnet that draws you to it. It’s a cycle, really. Hit the bar, dance, look up and you’re there again, care-free, worry-less and missing your house keys. Then the lights come on, always one song too early, and you leave fulfilled, but wanting more. What was this tune or that one, was that dubstep, was that Easy-E, you think, searching to recreate the feeling, if only for a moment, to be free, to transport yourself back to halfway fried, smiling and sweaty state in which you found yourself Tuesday evening. But now you don’t have to wait until Tuesday night to start your one man party. Press play, turn the volume all the way up, and dance. Right now. Get out of your car, go to the center of the train, stop in the middle of the street and just rock out. The world will look at you strangely; they will blow their horns. But step off with a smile, because you have the Goodlife in your pocket, your iPod, or your CD player, and they don’t.