beat it
If I could be cool enough, I’d wear a helmet as a fashion statement, I think I might. Actually, my last haircut may deliver this without wearing any protective accessory.
I remember the first time I heard about Daft Punk, I was in France. I recognized the beat, and it may have had quite some air time on American radios, but the discos in Paris and Tours were spilling it on the dance floor, maintaining a rhythm and beat which ribboned between the crowed spreading its infectious melody.
Fast forward years later, I’ve listened to a few of their newer albums, but Homework and Discovery still maintain a base in my music collection, an old school anthem of late nineties electroclash and disco remixing.
Last night, as I was squished into the aisle at the LA Sports Arena, dancing and reminiscing, it amazed me that the album was over 10 years old already. People still moved to it like it was brand new.
What I find ironic about Daft Punk, is that their incarnation had very little to do with electronica and digital sound. The bands they found most influential were the Beach Boys, and the Rolling Stones.
I’m amazed at how anglophone music could have evolved into some ill beats through the minds of two French kids..
