The more I think back to the 90s the more surreal that period seems.  For example, my college GPA might have been a few points higher had I not spent so much time trying to master this dance.  Then again, it was not just a dance.  It was  more than just another addition to my life’s soundtrack. The pepperseed was a movement. For a brief moment in time I could’ve sworn that my entire world revolved around this riddim.  How I ever managed to escape its grasp and get back to reality, I’ll never know.