From: joe@spdcc.com (Joseph Francis)
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject: Re: Devil CD's
Date: 21 Dec 92 19:08:18 GMT
Article-I.D.: spdcc.1992Dec21.190818.7210
Organization: S.P. Dyer Computer Consulting, Cambridge MA

In article <75836@apple.apple.COM> richard@Apple.COM (a flying squirrel) writes:
>Le Jojo:
>
>>Richard, Richard. It isn't nice to tempt people with typical French
>>elevator music. Not long away, so quickly you forget! Sitting on the
>>Boulevard des Capuchines eating your steake frites, listening to
>>"Theme from Midnight Expres" segue into "Iron Man", followed by
>>Krautwerk "Trans Europe Express" to Nena "99 Luftbaloons" and finally
>>Alice Cooper and "School's Out". Donna Summer back=to-back with the
>>Ramones. Jim Morrison/Def Leppard. Bread/Edith Piaf/Joni Mitchell/Led
>>Zeppelin/Don MacLean. Nightmarish, the only thing worse than Italian
>>Pop Radio.
>
>What were YOU listening to?  I only found (now defunct) Frequence Gai
>to play anything near that eclectic.  There is Radio Brussel, but once
>must drive north to receive it.  The first time I heard it was enroute
>with a friend to Amsterdam; a very cute, scruffy boy of about 19 asked
>us for a ride to Brussels.  We obliged and had a marvelous conversation
>in english, french, and dutch (I didn't understand the dutch bits, sadly).
>He smelled like he had been in his clothes for at least a week; his pale
>skin contrasted by patches of dark week-old stubble.  Very intense eyes,
>and he wanted to talk about all kinds of sixties rock and literature
>icons.  I was smitten... my friend remarked that I had drooled all over
>the top of my seat, which was false.  All the drool was contained in
>my shorts. 
>
>Perhaps it was what I ate: _never_ steak frites, dear.  Always steak
>tartare (or steak Americaine, as they call it in Belgium) and hot,
>greasy frites.  You can find it in that place with the menus outside,
>the men dressed in black and white...

Where they make a little rip in the check when you pay?...

But: /elevator/ music. I never could find the stuff on the radio, and
I'm quite serious - I would hear this stuff on elevators in stuffy
boring office buildings, or in places like the Printemps Clinique
Counter.  (Fashion accessory note of importance for winter
dry-lipsufferers: put away the blistex and chap-stik; clinique sells a
transparent 'eye shield' which you are supposed to put under your eyes
to keep them moisturized, it comes in a chrome lipstick case, but
works much better on lips, and looks fabulous when you are going out
for an evening of full leather on the metro putting on lipstick from a
chrome case - the details which shock - best with full beard and
muscles visible): Even better, but more esoteric, would be when I was
in Warsaw and what you would hear coming out of the radio wasn't /The
Doors/ it was a Polish group doing a duplicate cover, since it was
much less expenseive, I suppose. The height of eerieness to hear Duran
Duran that way. I got my christmas present yesterday - a Carpenter's
Greatest Hits" video, to go with my two decades of ABBA video. It will
be complete when I have all of Olivia Newton-John. 


-- 
US Jojo; damp, slighly soiled, but tasty nonetheless.