Creativity is a funny thing.
One bit leads to another.
In the course of writing my book Maya Noise, this piece of music came to me as an atmospheric for the chapter about sex. Specifically the part about sex in the 80′s.
So I recorded it, slapped it together with some images from the period, and here it is for you audio visual pleasure.
For me it evokes nightclub air thick with a hundred perfumes that mixed together to smell like maybe . . . maybe tonight, maybe her. . . or her . . . or maybe her. Shoulder pads cutting swerving arcs on the dance floor as we stamped the sexual tension out to the beat.
A chance to make an impression for the slow set.
Straining pants and ultraviolet kisses
and pixie boots.
The music is two minutes and forty six seconds long. Longer than sex took back then but the anticipation went on for eternity.
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