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[geekchick]

Today is Pungenday, day 71 in the season of The Aftermath, 3268.

Today's horrifying musical exchange (and it's not even my music this time!):

• C. puts a new CD on, by someone called DJ Sammy, and bleepy dance track commences
  
• GC catches lyrics: "Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years/There was only you and me/We were young and wild and free"
  
• GC: "Uhhh...they're not really covering Canadian rocker Bryan Adams, are they?"
  
• C: Yes indeed.
  
• GC: *twitch*
  
• C. skips a track or two, yet more bleepy dance music, good beat, I can dance to it, I give it a 7 -- until the vocals kick in: "Nobody on the road/Nobody on the beach/I feel it in the air/The summer's out of reach/Empty lake, empty streets/The sun goes down alone/I'm drivin' by your house/Though I know you're not home"
  
• GC: "Jesus Christ. It's like 'Don Henley meets 'A Night at the Roxbury''"
  

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[crouchback.livejournal.com]

Come to the UK, and you will hear compositions of even greater horror than that you describe, strange ulalations like to rob one of your sanity....

like the techno remix of "I am," by Neal Diamond, that BBC2 was playing the other day.

"I am, I cried, to no one there and no one heard, not even the chair!" THen begins the trip-hop unka-chunka music....