Think about the first time you heard Janet Jackson’s “Control.”
Were you on the dance floor of a dimly lighted nightclub? A high school dance? The record store? Listening to the radio? However you heard it, your body more than likely moved to the pulse of its frenetic, intricate beat.
And then at some point you listened to the lyrics. Really listened.
The words were impossible to ignore, by design of Jackson’s aggressive assertion of independence in the song’s introduction.