A couple months ago I heard this song while riding back from the impound lot with friend/enemy Eliot. Thanks to some ingenious planning his car was towed from my townhouse complex. That’s another story, but I can assure you it wasn’t my fault.
Anyway, this weird-ass song was playing from his ipod and it kinda scared me a little. Rather than inquire of its origins, I took my leave of the vehicle, escaping the mysterious collection of sounds forever.
Or so I thought…
Shortly thereafter, the one they call “Eliot” sent me a curious link, to which I clicked. This is what I found. (Consider this my returning gift to you 3 “loyal” readers.
While I was even more confused and frightened than before, this “song” started to grow on me. Now I have to listen to it at least once everyday to keep the oopma loompas from coming for me in the middle of the night.
Damn you Eliot!
July 19th, 2007 at 12:28 pm
Ken has gone into something that most professional psychiatrists call “Hollywood Hysteria” if someone doesnt act fast ken could go even deeper and turn into a horrible 80’s-type celebrity
July 19th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
Thanks to inbound links you now have 4 readers. I think I should point out that I wasn’t the reason it got towed either. That and although you like the song Battles - Atlas, I like the rest of the album much more.