Télépopmusik
Aug. 11th, 2007 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beautifulduckweedHoly shit. I'm listening to Genetic World properly for the first time, and this is some serious, serious pretty. I'm near-asphyxiating from it.
Heh, that turn of phrase brings to mind a rather comical scene-of-death setup:
I'm on the floor of my computer room, sprawled, limbs akimbo, face a bit blue, blissful expression on my face. Hitler's hiding under the bed, Eric's sniffing my face in confusion, and police officers are scratching their heads in puzzlement. My computer is on; Xiu Xiu is playing on my iTunes. The Cop in the Awesome Trenchcoat (there's always one of the those on any murder scene) is shaking his head in puzzlement, and as Jamie Stewart starts screaming incomprehensibly about vampires and the crunchiness begins, he walks over to my computer to turn the music off. As he moves the mouse, he starts scrolling up in curiosity, because he's secretly a hipster geek and wants check out my music collection (hey, it's Portland, and if there were a CSI: Portland, EVERY MALE OFFICER would look like Jonathan Togo--or at least, they should). His eyes flicker up and down the screen restlessly, then pauses. He's noticed the Télépopmusik. An arrested expression comes over his face. He's seen this sort of thing before. He scrolls down the playlist, does some math, and figures out that the amount of time elapsed would jive very, very well with the estimated time of my death.
He turns back to the cops crowded around my smiling corpse, shaking his head sadly. "I've figured it out," he says. "It wasn't poison gas, and it wasn't suicide." He pauses, turns back around and double-clicks the mouse. The first strains of "Breathe" fills the room. A look of irony crosses the cop's face.
"It was another case of asphyxiation from pretty."
(In case you can't tell, I'm really, really enjoying this music. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
benefitz for introducing me to them. Pretty new music = win.)
Heh, that turn of phrase brings to mind a rather comical scene-of-death setup:
I'm on the floor of my computer room, sprawled, limbs akimbo, face a bit blue, blissful expression on my face. Hitler's hiding under the bed, Eric's sniffing my face in confusion, and police officers are scratching their heads in puzzlement. My computer is on; Xiu Xiu is playing on my iTunes. The Cop in the Awesome Trenchcoat (there's always one of the those on any murder scene) is shaking his head in puzzlement, and as Jamie Stewart starts screaming incomprehensibly about vampires and the crunchiness begins, he walks over to my computer to turn the music off. As he moves the mouse, he starts scrolling up in curiosity, because he's secretly a hipster geek and wants check out my music collection (hey, it's Portland, and if there were a CSI: Portland, EVERY MALE OFFICER would look like Jonathan Togo--or at least, they should). His eyes flicker up and down the screen restlessly, then pauses. He's noticed the Télépopmusik. An arrested expression comes over his face. He's seen this sort of thing before. He scrolls down the playlist, does some math, and figures out that the amount of time elapsed would jive very, very well with the estimated time of my death.
He turns back to the cops crowded around my smiling corpse, shaking his head sadly. "I've figured it out," he says. "It wasn't poison gas, and it wasn't suicide." He pauses, turns back around and double-clicks the mouse. The first strains of "Breathe" fills the room. A look of irony crosses the cop's face.
"It was another case of asphyxiation from pretty."
(In case you can't tell, I'm really, really enjoying this music. Many thanks to
benefitz for introducing me to them. Pretty new music = win.)
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Date: 2007-08-11 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 09:12 pm (UTC)I'm now listening to the Röyksopp album you lent me, and it, too, is pretty damn good. Groovy and thumpy and melodic in all the right ways.
Dude, the timestamp on your comment is insane. And by "insane," I mean "7 hours ahead".
Hey, want to go on a late-night driving/scouting adventure tonight?
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:18 pm (UTC)Yup Röyksopp is good. If you like the groovy thumpy I totally have to play you my favorite off the album you didn't borrow (yet).
Timestamp looks normal to me. Says Aug. 11th, 2007 01:54 pm (local).
Won't work for me tonight. I have 3 conflicting invitations already, and I'm hoping to merge to two seperate dance parties into one. Want come dancing either to salsa or gypsy/euromash/culture fuck/bhangra?
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:20 pm (UTC)Wait, conducting this conversation via Livejournal is retarded.
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:39 pm (UTC)Name dropping
Date: 2007-08-12 08:55 pm (UTC)