A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Decadence Europa
From the sublime to the profane. Giorgio Moroder does it without even a word spoken. He's got it all smoke machine disco like. Then the cop show guitars blast in, and you know you're in the presence of divine grace. You could probably catch an STD just listening to this.
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