Friday, May 15, 2009
Now that seven more people in the United States are aware of it's existence...
..."Balearic Disco" is dead.
Or so states 20JFG.
Talk about a conversation jump-start... I was even sucked in, knowing full well it was a trap. What a strange thing to say… was “Balearic Disco” ever alive? Did it live in a zoo or in the wilds. Does it drink coffee or tea? When is/was the funeral? Or was it cremated with little fanfare and the presence of only a few estranged relatives. If “Progressive Trance” can still breathe from the death throes of life support then “Balearic Disco” has a chance. Quite frankly I think Lindstrom and whatever his name’s music sucks ass and I would much rather listen to Scrod Johnson’s new album. But seriously, if Balearic is even a genre, then it’s a straight gay transvestite milkman on rollerskates with a marked propensity towards procrastination and sloth. My relationship with Balearic disco is like that of many to what they consider God. I define it how I see fit at the moment... it's a personal relationship. Damn, If I want to play a Crosby Stills and Nash record backwards on 45rpm and mix it on three stanton turntables with a warped cassette tape of Jeff Foxworthy and the new "Sally Struthers Sings The Best Of Little Bo Peep" E.P. then I'm "Balearic" as all hell. And, Rave on Batman! Seriously though, not like America matters... but 999,999,999 out of 1,000,000,000 Americans agree that "what the hell is Balearic?" It's what Joey yells to Eric in the outfield.
Lindstrøm & Prins Thomas - Tirsdagsjam (Lang Versjon)