That’s what I said. That’s what SHE said. Well, nobody said it better than this….
Well, for openers…this song sends me right off the launching pad into some kind of third degree heaven. “You’re my never ending breath of mystic light?” Lyrics, people. I know the hair is major and the styles are so right on, but get into the words if you can.
Bling Blong. Bling Blong. (Airport Attention Tone) – This blog is issuing a Choreography Check for the following performance video. Bling Blong. Choreography Check, please.
NEWS FLASH – There never was a pot of gold. I’m pulverised.
For those who may have missed this 1984 New Wave telephone themed track…
This is a house Hint from #PATDRY
Thanks to Pat Dry ( @DukeToddIsAlive )for pointing this mix out to us all. Let it lift your spirits and inspire you to DEFEND what we fought so hard to attain! When this was made I couldn’t get married and I didn’t have health insurance! I plan on keeping those rights!!
and this mixes very well ON TOP OF EVERYTHING
This is personal.
With a Fresca and old friends….no, wait. That was yesterday.
Royksopp always keeps it classy and here they come again.
Here She Comes Again ( DJ Antonio Remix )
…nice, right? And you thought he was only America’s greatest fashion illustrator!
By who else? – The multi-instrumental recording vangaurd, Mr. Tommy Garrett. Seen here during a white hot session with THE MONKEES.
Regarding all “Fifty (whatevers)” records: if you find yourself wanting to further explore this unique, sometimes genius, sometimes queasy making lost sub-genre of instrumental lounge recorderings and long-playing stereo alblums, be warned. All the “Fifty Mandolins of …” albums are un-listenable, most probably demonic-ly generated for the purpose of furthering dark energies in the musical universe and will instantly (and permanently) damage not only your hearing but also your personality…forever….WHAT???? HUH????
Contrarily, this ultra “it” bossa-nova record is clyass. I wore this OUT back in da Beige day.
mmmmm… Caipirinhas … If I were sipping one with my old friend Conn, I might say, “It’s all about the Caxaca, Conn.”
And now ladies and Gentlemen, now that those Olympics are over, let’s go back to the music.
I think we have a definitive answer on that one. Whodini? I believe you know quite a few things about freaks. Can you let us know when they come out, what they often wear and how we can be sure about just exactly who these freaks are or might be?
Whodini The Freaks Come Out At Night
Whodini Big Mouth