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I'm currently an intern at an art gallery, working as assistant to the Director of Exhibitions. I don't get paid as an intern, but over the summer, they have art-themed day-camps for kids. On the weeks when they need me, I get paid as an assistant teacher.

So today (week 5 of the camp), I took the kids out for recess like I normally do. We have recess in a parking lot about a block and a half from the gallery. Mostly a pretty quiet area, not much noise to speak of besides the sounds of children running and playing.

Suddenly, my head shoots up like a rabbit that detects a predator. I don't hear or see anything out of the ordinary, but I know there's something going on that's playing with one of my senses below the liminal level. I stay alert, listening for whatever distant audio has pricked by ears. As those who study sound will know, bass frequencies don't travel as far as treble frequencies, and for this, I only could audibly hear what I knew to be playing after about 30 seconds- somewhere near, someone was playing Bela Lugosi's Dead. Perhaps in an apartment, or in a passing car two blocks away. I don't know. But my goth senses tingled, and I knew it was playing from the moment the gentle drums began, and I could audibly (though, faintly) hear the treble of Daniel Ash's guitar as he came into the song 30 seconds in.

Discuss:

- Your goth senses tingling.

My job's PA system usually plays songs from the 80s. Every now and then it'll lapse into The Cure or Siouxsie and the Banshees.

Not strictly 'goth senses' here, but certainly awesome senses, I recognised Feiticiera by the Deftones playing on someone's mp3 player on the other side of the class room.