Death in Vegas and the Meat in Your Head

Oh, kidlets, today I sit here, in my Blogging Chair, getting the interior of my mind cleaned out by the musical carnival that is Death in Vegas.

Oh, kidlets, it's good, good music. If you can't find a place for one of their songs in your personal Life Soundtrack, you need to begin again. Go to that soft zone where you once lay revolving in the womb's trickling bubble and rethink things a little.

If ever there are wetware implants, a cranial Ipod will be my first mod.
I want my subconcious marinating in music like this that I can click on and off instantly. Without machinery to carry around. Without headphones.

Wouldn't it be great? During some ferocious or tender lovemaking session, you and your partner could simply will your cerebellular symphonies into each other's minds. Create awesome mixes while you explored each other bodies? C'mon, you know you wanna..

There could be these amazingly surreal concerts of complete silence, where the DJ just jacked you into his set list and you'd all be dancing out there to nothing but the rhythms in your head.

Ahh, I can dream, can't I?

Get this to find out what I'm raving about: The Meat in Your Head Music