Nothing more to be said, them. Bach, The Who, what have you. Show me a worthwhile idea ain't been done yet. Hear that arrangement starting out with the drum machine, think about Paul Simon starting out with the bass. And then there's Ladysmith. So what, what, what happens next? Remove the musician. Chemical brothers, what? Irrelevance, serious irrelevance. Feelings? Immaterial, truly. Subsistence aesthetics. Well I have no complaints then. The whiskey has accomplished its mission. Was there some pain? Shall we speak of irrelevance again?
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