The Light Means There’s Food
I’d like to point out that Mykala and I went to get the new vanilla flavored Frosty that I jokingly linked her to a couple of days back (I became preoccupied with trying this thing for almost no reason at all). The verdict: they are good! They taste like … well, a lot like vanilla. That’s good, right? I think so. They’re cold, too. Good name, Wendy’s!
To make a pointless story long, I actually didn’t have to pay for these. Yeeup. The not-usually-very-lucky-Alex got unusually lucky this evening. Mykala handed the drive through person my card, they muttered something about something being messed up, and then returned the card, saying it was our lucky evening. I rather wish all my purchases worked this way … I would hand the cashier my card, they would scan it, but then decide “naw, I don’t think I’ll charge you this time.” And I would laugh and say, “oh cashier, you are but a dream, for I know that, in reality, I must pay for all the goods and services I acquire and consume.” And they would reply, “oh yes, I am simply a figment of your imagination, but a happy charming one that might be nice to keep around!” And I would snap from my reverie and attend to the world around me.
What a job - Shooting a Ferrari Enzo … darn that’d be a rough day at work.
Though the subset of tumbledry’s viewing audience able to experience this post fully may hover near (or at) 0 people, I nevertheless feel the need to outline my favorite “break-down” in trance music. We’ll begin with a backstory: trance music is a cousin to techno - to me, it is less electronica and more melodic (at least the stuff I like), and when done right it appeals to my sense of cleanliness and precision. If jazz is the old cherry table with fine classic craftsmanship and a lovely patina, then techno is the computer modelled sleek and contemporary Philippe Starck-designed table. Each has their own merits.
But that is neither here nor there.
The bottom line is, on Paul Oakenfold’s definitive two-disc import entitled Perfecto Presents ‘Another World’ lies a mix of the song Flesh by Jan Johnston which is itself a mix of the original “Flesh” by DJ Tiesto. I tend to use this song as the acid test for trance attitude. If the listener likes (or tolerates … sans hitting me) the song, then perhaps I’ll wax appreciative about the great trance album Intuition - if they don’t like it (the general response), I immediately discontinue any trance related discussion. Why make musical enemies? All that said, this song has the most magnificent build up and break down of a simple melody that I have ever heard. I’ve never been able to play it loud enough. Someday, with proper ear protection, perhaps I’ll blow the doors off a room with the SPL required to fully experience this song. Perhaps not.
So there you have it - an entire post about a song you probably can’t listen to, likely don’t care about, and most certainly didn’t ask to hear the details of. You’re welcome!
P.S. My iTunes is set to random and just queued up “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” on the stereo. This, too, is a great song. No I’m not kidding. Stop laughing. Hey - seriously, stop laughing.
Embarass yourself - This fantastic blog entry chronicles the author’s need to explain his restroom activities to a co-worker. I have to admit, I identify with the writer in that I also tend to worry unduly about what others are thinking of me. The consequences of this worry can be serious. And hiliarious.
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