Sunday, February 15, 2009

Cosmic Dancer



Infatuation is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned passion or love. (Wikipedia)

My first Rock'n Roll shock were The Rolling Stones, four british lads trying to create and record American sounding Blues.
Very quickly ensued The (ultimately highly superior and innovative) Beatles.
I immersed myself and got completely absorbed with the genius creativity and constant reinvention of Pop and Beat from The United Kingdom.
Now I have personally owned a copy of (the almost perfect) Electric warrior for a couple of years and like most people, recognized the sound of tracks like Jeepster, 20th Century Boy or the sexual suggestive Get It On, but for some strange reason I never tried to get deeper into Marc Bolan and T. Rex until now.
I recently purchased the entire T.Rex collection and I feel like I've just been introduced to the most vibrant, exciting, powerful form of Glam Rock.
Astounding, I feel like I'm having deprived, dirty, wet sex with the most beautiful, sculptural, amazonian beauty and while I'm trying to figure out why she even considered laying her eyes on me, I'm just enjoying the moment and hope it lasts forever.
Hot Love

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