so i'm in the car yesterday and the Eric Prydz technopop-trash remix of Steve Winwood's 'Valerie' pops on the radio, and, of course, i assert my car is a 'technopop-free zone' to all passengers and erase the song from our shared listening space. strangely, this was not a popular move, even among the straighter of the laced persona in the audience. i maintain that, even though his age-ripened vocals carry the same soul-haunting gravity they did in '82 (and again in '87), Steve Winwood just shouldn't be all sampled and whatnot for the kneepads-E-glowsticks-backpack-licking-the-walls generation of club monkeys. however, upon further encouragement, i was coaxed into downloading the accompanying music video....

to which i could only reply, 'holy fucking shit,' and commit 'Call on Me' to the lexicon of all-time classic songs, in the warm company of 'Murder on the Dancefloor.'

have i been market-thugged into endorsing Eric Prydz by aerobicizing australians? you betcha. but i still have my humongoid, dinosauric erection pride...

...and no, they can't take that away from me.

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