I want you to see tall buildings with flashy glass...in the city that glows at night as men in suits work late in those stately buildings...and I want you to see trains and business...and tourists amazed at the heights...amazed at the place...the city...the city that never sleeps...the city that has a perpetual power ballad playing.

I want you to see fast taxis and jaywalkers.  I want you to see streetlights changing colors...buses full of people...and the man playing his sax while loose change is thrown into his rag hat. 

Oh, I want you to see lightening flash and the stars smiling over the artificially lit town.  I want you to see the whole world in a single take.  I want you to long for the sounds of the synthesizer...the electric guitar..and the sweet voices of male singers that exude emotion through their cords. 

Oh, I want you to jam and be caught up.  I want you to remember commercials and old logos to brand names that still stick around. 

I want you to walk with power....imagining that you are playing the drumb beat to that perpetual ballad.  I want you to blow the horns as though you were in Chicago.  I want you to groove down the street without a care in the world.  I want you to be mesmerized...seeing flashes...seeing shows...seeing electricity...intensity...the electric guitar...

And then, I want you to exhale from the excitement of it all...the jamming with your feet...seeing colors flash in the sky...and your jaw moving involuntarily.  Gyration.

And finally, I want you to watch the sunset and dream of home...of food cooked with love...of 40 watt lamps that light your entire house...and of old tv shows that had meaning. 

Don't forget the city, though.  Never forget the city.