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- From: joe@spdcc.com (Joseph Francis)
- Newsgroups: soc.motss
- Subject: Re: Devil CD's
- Message-ID: <1992Dec21.190818.7210@spdcc.com>
- Date: 21 Dec 92 19:08:18 GMT
- Article-I.D.: spdcc.1992Dec21.190818.7210
- References: <75792@apple.apple.COM> <1992Dec21.132627.25155@spdcc.com> <75836@apple.apple.COM>
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- In article <75836@apple.apple.COM> richard@Apple.COM (a flying squirrel) writes:
- >Le Jojo:
- >
- >>Richard, Richard. It isn't nice to tempt people with typical French
- >>elevator music. Not long away, so quickly you forget! Sitting on the
- >>Boulevard des Capuchines eating your steake frites, listening to
- >>"Theme from Midnight Expres" segue into "Iron Man", followed by
- >>Krautwerk "Trans Europe Express" to Nena "99 Luftbaloons" and finally
- >>Alice Cooper and "School's Out". Donna Summer back=to-back with the
- >>Ramones. Jim Morrison/Def Leppard. Bread/Edith Piaf/Joni Mitchell/Led
- >>Zeppelin/Don MacLean. Nightmarish, the only thing worse than Italian
- >>Pop Radio.
- >
- >What were YOU listening to? I only found (now defunct) Frequence Gai
- >to play anything near that eclectic. There is Radio Brussel, but once
- >must drive north to receive it. The first time I heard it was enroute
- >with a friend to Amsterdam; a very cute, scruffy boy of about 19 asked
- >us for a ride to Brussels. We obliged and had a marvelous conversation
- >in english, french, and dutch (I didn't understand the dutch bits, sadly).
- >He smelled like he had been in his clothes for at least a week; his pale
- >skin contrasted by patches of dark week-old stubble. Very intense eyes,
- >and he wanted to talk about all kinds of sixties rock and literature
- >icons. I was smitten... my friend remarked that I had drooled all over
- >the top of my seat, which was false. All the drool was contained in
- >my shorts.
- >
- >Perhaps it was what I ate: _never_ steak frites, dear. Always steak
- >tartare (or steak Americaine, as they call it in Belgium) and hot,
- >greasy frites. You can find it in that place with the menus outside,
- >the men dressed in black and white...
-
- Where they make a little rip in the check when you pay?...
-
- But: /elevator/ music. I never could find the stuff on the radio, and
- I'm quite serious - I would hear this stuff on elevators in stuffy
- boring office buildings, or in places like the Printemps Clinique
- Counter. (Fashion accessory note of importance for winter
- dry-lipsufferers: put away the blistex and chap-stik; clinique sells a
- transparent 'eye shield' which you are supposed to put under your eyes
- to keep them moisturized, it comes in a chrome lipstick case, but
- works much better on lips, and looks fabulous when you are going out
- for an evening of full leather on the metro putting on lipstick from a
- chrome case - the details which shock - best with full beard and
- muscles visible): Even better, but more esoteric, would be when I was
- in Warsaw and what you would hear coming out of the radio wasn't /The
- Doors/ it was a Polish group doing a duplicate cover, since it was
- much less expenseive, I suppose. The height of eerieness to hear Duran
- Duran that way. I got my christmas present yesterday - a Carpenter's
- Greatest Hits" video, to go with my two decades of ABBA video. It will
- be complete when I have all of Olivia Newton-John.
-
-
- --
- US Jojo; damp, slighly soiled, but tasty nonetheless.
-