Day 17: Moon Safari (1998) by Air

I was in bed around 12:30 when I started listening to this album. I was chatting online, discussing through Gmail the upcoming free agency of Lebron James (funny how much I dislike this guy and how much time I spend talking about him) with my buddy Joe "Tostada" from Culinary Combat. Then I laid in bed further and played sudoku.

It is now 2:30, and I am in class, and I still haven't finished listening to this album!

Oh, the French, with your silly, long and trance-like albums. I'm just kidding, of course. This is a double album, so I can only expect to be sitting for an hour and half to get through the whole thing. I can't do that, since I have shit to do.

1 Hour Later...

Holy shit. Listening to this album is like time traveling as explained by Dave Attell:

I'm drinking Jack and I started blackin out. You ever black out? Or as I call it, time travel? You ever do that? Oh yeah! You know how it is -- you're drinking, you black out. You wake up, you're in another bar. You're drinking, you black out. You wake up, you're playing that knife game with a half-Indian somewhere in North Dakota, "Yeah! Yeah! Winner fixes the tranny! Yeah". You're drinking, you black out. You wake up, you're in White Castle -- working there 3 years, STILL not assistant manager. Your buddies tell you to quit, but you can't 'cause you're banging the slow girl on the fry-o-later. They say she's a little retarded, but those titties ain't retarded!

Dave, you sly bastard.

That's exactly how I feel while listening to this album. I listen to this album, I'm in bed. I listen to this album, I'm at Costco. Listen to this album, I'm at the bank. Listen to this album, I'm in class. Listen to this album, I'm eating Panda Express. Where did the time go?

Anyhow, this is one of the few albums where I enjoyed the remixes more so than the actual album. This album has got this whole trip-hop, chillax type of feel. Kinda like "In The Waiting Line" by Zero 7. That's cool, but it's kinda hard to listen to a song while you're rushing back and forth. This is one of those albums you sit down and listen to after chillaaaaaaxing for a minute. Nadadamean?

The remixes, on the other hand, had some funk on them. The type of shit that makes you wanna kick your feet and slap somebody. The song that was constantly remixed was "Sexy Boy." They really like sexy boys in France. But hey, who doesn't?

Well, I better end this before I get condemned to hell further.

Peace bruthas and sistas!