A gold feather fell from the sky and at the very nanosecond it made contact with the record player, there was a sudden burst of climactic noise that consumed the air, and I saw people in violent motion, waving arms and kicking legs, as if an immediate mutation took control of their innocent bodies, and in arrived, through the black sublimated mist, a man in silhouette, standing tall, high on stage, before beams of reds and blues, hunched like a bell ringer, collaborating with this technologically advanced box with knobs and switches, contaminating the surroundings with talent and creativity, and he so delightfully produced...
Fussy Boy - Gold (Mord Fustang Remix) by Mord Fustang
