So I'm in Doom HQ listening to Thievery Corporation - Culture of Fear, and I realize some of my minions might get the wrong idea, and turn down the volume. Wtf is wrong with me?
I had changed the gear oil on one of our Machines of Destruction (90w140) and got some old oil on my arms, I cried " EW EW EW!!!" all the way insideI often handle grimy stuff at work and then walk around with bent elbows and wrists, you know, like I have wet nail polish or something, until I can scrub up.
If you're referring to Linda Perry's opus with the 4 Non-Blondes, you should feel like a wuss. How can one sterilize such a grungy indie masterpiece with soulless electronica?I love techno. Since the mid 90's, I've been a huge fan. And not artsy techno, I mean shit like the techno remix of "Hey, What's Going On?" I eat it up.
If you're referring to Linda Perry's opus with the 4 Non-Blondes, you should feel like a wuss. How can one sterilize such a grungy indie masterpiece with soulless electronica?
It is much improved with a little em-hiss em-hiss em-hiss and a bit of sandstorm backing.
I am strongly of the opinion that the perfect score for 99% of movies (and all of real life, should I ever be so lucky as to have my life scored) would be composed entirely of:
3. Yakety Sax
4. Ride of the Valkyries
5. Thus Spake Zaruthrusta*
*Birth and death scenes only
The rest is just white noise.