I've Got A Thing For You

Good morning vietnam. You've got a thing for me.

We were at full potential friday night, blazing through the playlist at the party. Added touches included the amazingly well-received "ugh" sample from James Brown's Say it Loud (I'm black and proud). I appreciate the nature of the new kids remix by MGMT, but its just not dancing material, the 80kidz re-edit is much better, with a better snare and bass added to the original mix, not to mention way harder distortion. I also felt that the Justice remix of Nazis wasn't very easy to dance to once it hit the speakers (these kids just aren't ready for Oizo yet). Phoenix have awesome new songs that I can't stop listening to. I'm sorry to anyone who saw me dancing without my shirt on at the party, we have to learn that shirts help support the band, not sweaty white guys dancing alone in the corner. We really should actually DJ, the mix was easy to setup and once it was running was pretty smooth, the absence of any mixer was the general reason for this choice, and we could cut up and sample songs before we even got to the party. We gotta get some crookers up in this bitch. Amazingly, Panacci introduced me to these guys. That asshole.

If I had the money I would hire backup singers for every occasion every day. I think that every chance I had to exude my point in argument would be thrice won over if there were some melodic element acting in reverberation. Not to mention marriage proposals would be dazzling, monotonic conversations would be enthralling, and eulogies would contain superfluous intonation killing off any dry boring memorials presented by other ennui present. The typical backup singers would be dressed in 1950's west side story attire, displaying their crass rebellious behaviour and disseminating a sense of awe among colleagues and co-workers... not to mention switchblades for the usual fight with rival bands. Of course I didn't stop to think of the repercussions contained within their constant dancing and choreography... we might have to stick to the supreme backup singers. The Supremes' backup singers: Mary Wilson and Florence Ballard. Black, gorgeous, and never ready to back down from a brawl in central Detroit.