Monday, June 21, 2010

Cruising altitude

I know I rocked some Roxy Music not long ago, but this one is really a different animal. The kind of animal that wears white pants and aviators that reflect the dreamy last sparkles of the setting sun. You can almost hear the private jet pulling up the runway.

People talk about the Avalon album ushering in the age of yuppie make-out music. Maybe, but you can't blame the furniture for things people do in the room. And even if it does bear some responsibility, is it so bad for people to inject an imagined grandeur into their days? What if your life was as exquisitely put together as this song? I'd settle for a version of myself as graceful as Manzanera's guitar part.

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