Ratatat...

It was like trying to squeeze myself into a somewhat tight body, in which all of the organs appeared to be of the same kind and have escaped from exactitudes. Two of the pieces of the body seemed to have found their way onto the little stage and one of them was making strange sounds into the microphone. The other one was in the background, holding a bass. What followed felt as if we all had Group Sex with Super Mario Brothers, Yoshi and the little mushroom people... Okay, the music was actually pretty enchanting... (really had to check if the guys were real or made out of pixels though...) I also had to check twice if I maybe found myself in an instrumental secret track of some of the Stroke recordings... maybe?... The group performing was Ratatat and the location was the opening ceremony... down in SoHo... I was on a list, though nobody asked me for my name or anything for that matter... and I was invited through I somehow ended up not knowing anybody in the tightly packed room. A few bars later I was ready to talk to just about anybody, maybe... met two guys who prepared some indy500 broadcast snippets, a lady who read a book about serial killers on her clié (she made sure to point out that there was a major difference between those and mass murderers, who strike more at random.) The students on the train were visiting from Toulouse. Criminology was the topic here... A special custom Torta from the mexican truck down on 96th was a good next step for the evening... which then continued late into the night with some really incredibly dreamy ideas and things... But we would not want to describe everything here... Oh, I think I like Ratatat... -- Update: Wow, check this out! (what a brilliant little idea!)