Whenever I think "Fruitbeat" ( thanks Splash ) the connotations are immediate. In some other beautiful dimension this man will be the President, everybody will communicate through synaesthesia and this will be the national anthem...
Robots would command much more respect than they do now, and would hold giant raves in the wide urban sprawls with the soundtrack going something like this:
Disc Jockeys would be treated like university professors, and strict measures would be taken to implement a quality control to this honorable title. One such measure would inevitably be to own a copy of this:
I may or may not have over-thought this concept a little. Any excuse to play this strange music loudly is fairly welcomed around these parts though I'd say. In fact, if we all did more of it, there would be so much more harmony because everyone would spend their time trying to track down the next uproarious synth line...hats off to the producers I must mention eh?
Gosh this blogging caper is good innit? Now to see if I can keep it up whilst staring right down the barrel of a very intense year of glorious, glorious academia.
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