Last night I was at a bar on 10th Street called Black and White.  It's nothing special — a dark, loud, dive-y bar between 3rd and 4th Aves, a little too loud for my taste.  When I walked in, I thought that I had probably raised the average age of the place quite a bit, but at least they were playing the Clash — Police and Thieves.  Turns out there was a DJ, playing some fantastic 80's music.  It literally sounded to me like she had taken my personal box of mix tapes — the ones that I had taped off of the radio on WLIR back in the day — and put them on her iPod: New Order, Joy Division, Tones on Tail, the Cure, Depeche Mode, and more.  If she had played it at a volume that had actually allowed me to hear my friends, I would have stayed all night.