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if you could travel back in time with the sole intention of seeing one (1) concertā¦. what year would you go to, and whoās concert would you see
Un album plus calme et peut être plus sombre que ses prédécesseur mais j'ai beaucoup apprécié.
devotional, 1993.
Do you ever just hear a guitar riff or a bass line or a keyboard solo or a drum solo or hear a vocalist sing that first note and you physically feel your heart fill with love and float higher and higher into the sky because same
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Listen just fucking listen to me, hearing Take on me by a-ha is such a fucking trip I swear to god I have an out of body experience every time that song comes on. When the beat kicks on and you hear that ātr-r-r-ring~!ā you can see it in my eyes that I know I am fucked for the next 3 minutes and 47 seconds. My limbs start grooving one by one under a control that is not mine. The synth starts playing and Iām done, Iām gone, I am the whitest person on the dancefloor, I am Regan from the exorcist, I am squidward from those gifsets, I am every person in a harlem shake video. My body moves on itās own accord producing a disgusting and liminal performance that is an insult to God Himself. This is my fate and I embrace it. Finally, the beat dissolves and I am free. I collapse to the floor and revel in an afterglow that transcends anything I can comprehend while the synth slowly fades out.
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i !!!!! love!!!!the!!!! 80s!!!! *shoves an entire synthesizer up my ass*