Let's take a minute and appreciate Drop Out Orchestra's remix of Robyn's "Hang With Me" (my favorite track from Body Talk). This mix has been around a while, and thanks to @ifoxalot for sending it to me originally. I've already had my fan worship moments for Drop Out Orchestra and this mix in particular on Twitter, but it came on again recently and inspired a strange and funny stream of consciousness email I sent to myself, cause I'm nuts and this is what I do when I'm in the cell phone lot at LAX playing disco music too loud at 8am...
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It's 1998 and your straight. Just kidding, its 1998 and you are very very gay. It's New York because there really isn't anywhere but New York. It's 8am on Sunday morning and you are out at a club, the 2nd of the night. You're sitting on the wall with your best friend watching people file in, slowly, druggy.
This song comes on. Your friend jumps up says he's gonna dance. You stay put. Watch a weird array of people moving towards the dance floor. Through the groups of shirtless Ken dolls you see a lithe black ballet student, not Julliard you think, but a decent student working out his routine, people give him room. There are a few older couples disco dancing couples-style, which makes you think of your parents and how out of character their disco dancing skills are, but your parents aren't where you want your mind to go.
Thankfully the song starts to get all trippy at like 3:00 in. And you simultaneously want the DJ to change the track and let it play because, you know the music is about to take you somewhere you aren't sure you want to go but kinda know if you do the DJ is in control and it's probably best to be out of control and clearly this DJ can handle the responsibility, but still you wonder. Then you give in.
There are people waving handkerchiefs and you think 'what is this 1978?' Wishing it was.
Start to wonder where your friend is at and if a bottle of water is in your future.
Your friend returns, you don't talk, no need. Feels like the song has been on for an hour or a minute, doesn't matter. You start thinking about the Pet Shop Boys.
Finally you say "This place smells of dry ice and baby powder."