- Imagine if yr record collection looked like this.
Daft Punk- Rollin' & Scratchin'
- On the Southbound 405, on a Friday afternoon, traffic is measured in inches, not delays. I spent long, long hours in that eternal sunshine, splaid across two seats, headphones on, zoning out. I'd listen to a cd over and over again, or flip back and forth between KROQ and Power 106 (blazing hip hop and r n b). Hearing "Da Funk" on one of those long rides absolutely blew my mind.
- In 1995, Thom and Guy-Manuel were just two regular dudes with a passing interest in funk and soul records, out on a Friday night, looking for girls. Drunk and tired from another relatively uneventful night on the dancefloor, our everyday young Parisians stumbled towards their ratty apartment. Trolling down a backalley, a doorman dressed in red space suit stops the two, pulling back a velvet rope to unmarked club, probably one of those underground ones that only a friend of a friend knows about. Inside the club, it's completly silent. Thom can't even hear his own footsteps, but Guy is too busy looking at the amazing light show- mon dieu. As the two friends find their way to the middle of the dancefloor, it's completly barren- like the goddam surface of the moon or something. As the two keep looking around the club, there's suddenly a keyboard and a drum machine in front of them, black, shin monsters. Holy shit- what is this place? Thom and Guy look at each other in fear, amazement, hope and terror. As they gaze back at the keyboards, they see a gigantic black obilisk, square and about 18 feet talk. This is what the next seven minutes and twenty eight seconds sounds like.
Cut to a space station called Plantain Studios, somewhere in the Manhattan system. As Vito and the rest of members of UNSC Rapture float in space after a "docking malfunction," Doctor James Murphy has taken matters into his own hands. Attempting to manually remove the higher function drives from KORG, the stations onboard artificial intelligence, our human protagonist hears the booming stereo system. "James, is that you? James? I'm worried about you James? You've seemed strange lately... Oh don't do that James. You don't want to do that. Would you like to hear a song I learned to sing?"The Boxer (DFA Version)- The Chemical Brothers
On that NERD tip: "My name plate medallion says never trust a HAL 9000."