I spent a lot of the day in a hospital (I'm just fine, but one of my brothers isn't), and I was feelin' pretty down. It looks like he's going to get better soon, but right now things are no fun at all. I spent a lot of time watching nurses hover as I sat there on a stiff vinyl chair, helplessly wondering about the world and our insignificant places in it. Later on, as I was working on my computer and trying to fix what was wrong with my blasted email accounts, I came across two beautiful emails from none other than Justus Köhncke--sent to me in 2004--about this post. I'd never read them until today. And suddenly I started to feel better again. Or more hopeful, at least, about the future and what it might hold. Sometimes I think that Köhncke's music is one great big cosmic present sent from the skies--tied with loads of colorful ribbons and bows--sent to comfort us when we're feeling bad, and to remind us that yes, disco is still the greatest thing ever.