Life goes on in Paris. Last night at the Théâtre du Ront Point, the Gallotta dance company performed their show My Rock, a trip through history of rock ‘n’ roll on a dance “enragé de liberté,” mad with freedom. When I heard Helter Skelter, tears filled my eyes. I thought of the crowd at the Bataclan, and the girl from my first photo class in Paris who went that night, maybe to dance with such abandon. Rock music never felt so intense, so cathartic, so needed.