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  • D:

    I've been trying to find a way to describe what kind of guy he is, and it's not just "obnoxious" or "annoying" or, like, "with a creeper vibe," or just "fucking idiot."

  • J:

    Yeah, there's more to it than that, it's a lot of things.

  • D:

    I think I've nailed it, though.

  • J:

    What?

  • D:

    He's the kind of guy who'll order six blowjob shots at a bar for our group and then look at the girls in the group, making eye contact above the rim of his glasses.

  • J:

    Oh god, that's exactly who he is.

  • Track Name

    Contact

  • Album

    Random Access Memories

  • Artist

    Daft Punk

Contact

Last song off the latest Daft Punk album. The album is good, it’s solid. It’s not the second coming and it’s not going to change music and it’s not even really going to be remembered as the robots’ great comeback, I feel. 

BUT THIS FUCKING SONG. THIS ONE MIGHT CHANGE MY OPINION ON THE WHOLE THING. This one song shows that the duo still have a certain magic to them, a strangely universal and cosmic command of digital/electronic production that utilizes sampling at its finest: sometimes it isn’t a 1970’s hook or an early riff off an obscure power-glam album no one cares about, or, in this case, a 1981 Australian band’s strangely prog-rock ballad, sometimes it’s about setting a scene with simple commentary. I think the two are at their best when they hear something that’s already been given to the public, but maybe at the wrong time, or maybe in the wrong setting, so they appropriate it for a wider audience, for a new mood, and it’s something that I can only look on and say: Dammit, thanks for that. 

Digging this so hard, oh lord. It’s so good I’m probably going to lose sleep over it because I’m just too stoked on it. At 0:55!? When the song just comes in the way you want it to?! The way it’s… supposed to!? 

Deal with it

  • D:

    He "wished me luck," again.

  • K:

    What do you mean?

  • D:

    On Friday, when you went to the restroom, he "wished me luck" with you. I didn't really get it, but I just thought whatever. And then today, at the _______, when we left the elevator, he said again, that he "wished me luck" on us and on our future "adventures." He said adventures. Then he said that, in his state of mind, he thinks it's only right to warn me to be careful.

  • K:

    Wow, he really fucking hates how happy people are around him.

  • D:

    He's jelly.

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