Death from Above 1979 came to me like.. like Death from Above!!
Ever since that man pulled it from his back pocket, laid it in the player, and cranked it to eleven at my gay pot dealer dudes flat in downtown Louisville, Ky back in 2005. My faithful following of those two Canadians who now rocked my soul was already four years behind, and only to be fast forward into a fucken brick wall halted the experience to the year that they split! “
No more 1979? Ever? Where are they now? “
I couldn’t only be left holding 1 album and an ep in one hand, and my cock in the other. Just not fair?
“FUCK YOU CANADA!
What are you trying to do to me!!?”
Come to find out with a little homework, that after they split. One, not naming names here, went on to be the successful creator of a tekno Dj two-some. Came up with a KRFTY name minus those sinful AEIOU. MSTRKRFT was starting to hit the dance floors in big cities as well as a few eccentric MV’s to my liking.
The other dude from Death from Above… Was probably sitting on his mom’s Canadian sofa in a basement somewhere.
Thank you, GOOGLE!
We had to make a role down to Ft Lauderdale this past month, and had the pleasure of being in the same location, at the same time of day, as the infamous MSTRKRFT was preforming!
What a treat! ‘Playing dodge balls ‘and ‘hard to get’ with the flaming gay people molesting the streets of Miami in the weeee hours of the morning and make our way to The Heart Club. When we arrived early, I requested the time with ticket ladies of when the main act was about to perform? Paying for Enter before eleven pm tickets for it was cheaper. Though to hell if I was going to force either of us into that environment for X amount of hours at this old ass age.
We would have been the only ones sleeping in the back where no seating was allowed.
2 am finally came.
We re-entered right at the time that MSTRKRFT were changing sets.
The room was bouncing with blow up stuff attached to the ceiling. The music was pouring deep house or something that sounded like tekno. Weirdos out on the floor dancing all worried about their glow sticks. Some lady in hills kept trying to talk to me about something, though she hated the fact that I continued to ignore her. All the love and happiness one would want in an all-night dance-a-thon deadbeat RAVE in Miami.
THANK YOU MSTRKRFT!
Us old people in the crowd still bouncing your beat. Not to worry, We were just up against the wall for support.
That other dude who lived on his mom’s Canadian sofa in the basement somewhere did do a little electro-pop group called Girlsareshort or something…
Just thought I would throw that in.