Maybe it's the lights, maybe alcohol, but sometimes a song just fits. Other times, the lights, the music, the people all drive you into fits. You don't see women lining up to get into strip clubs, but you do see them lining up to get into the MGM Grand Hotel's Studio 54. Yes, full of metal balconies and elevated go-go dancers. Lights stream, with an entire disorienting wall of them that radiates heat when it shocks to life.
Alcohol is in abundance.
It also was like this in the Luxor's Ra nightclub the time I saw DJ Rap. Not a one. I was in until later, a bubble I would have popped if I'd been aware of it. Glitterdome at the Chamber. Use this address for linking.