We were djing at this bar in Mexico City, first every Monday night, then Wednesdays as the crowds were getting larger. That was at the beginning of this year. The night was called "Indietronic Melancholics", and Alfredo and I were later joined by old friend Lenin, playing all our favorite tunes to a very receptive audience as the sky broke into mad tears outside.
I had asked José for the vinyl version of Antony's second album, I Am a Bird Now, because he had gone to New York City, but he complained so much about "the obsolescence" of the vinyl format that he must have unconsciously wanted to forget it, because that's what he precisely did. He says that he only realized he had left my record when he was about to take his flight back home.
But I still kept playing this track, night after night, in different versions, on my laptop. No one ever complained.
For me, one of the best tracks of the decade so far. Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty: that is all you need to know.
3 comments:
...yo le dejaba de hablar...
Sí, que gacho...
o en una de esas le gustó tanto que se lo quedó y no ha dicho nada.
Lo más seguro. Y eso que no tiene ni donde tocarlo!
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