got your car? you gotcha car?

yup. greatest video ever. makes me smile every time...a shirt, a shirt...

If nothing else, watch the last video

Recently, I waxed and buffed my metallic casing to a pristine shine and applied a healthy dose of WD40 to my joints. My synapses began to spark and shudder with the harmony and rhythm of electric current. My neon lights began to blink and I began to sway. Why, you may ask, would a handsome young robot of sound technological mind and metal body suddenly feel overcome with the desire to dance? One word, six syllables: DisMotherFuckingCo. Disco? Yes. Fucking Disco.

What may have caused this sudden desire to go all Travolta? Well I've been listening to a fair amount of Hercules and Love Affair. Not to mention the James Murphy FabricLive where he just mixes disco. On that note here is the Hercules video for "Blind," which is just the right amount of weird.



So, now that I've infected you with the disco bug. Here's a quick lesson:



I've got big plans to purchase a white polyester bell bottom suit to cover my aluminum shell and top it all off with a $12 gold chain and some chest hair spray painted on my upper torso. Then and only then will I feel complete. I do not want to save starving children, or cure AIDS or cancer, I do not care if the war in Iraq rages on or comes to a swift close, I don't give a fuck about the economy. All that I want in this world is to hear that funk blare from high powered speakers while the dance floor flashes neon green and pink beneath my feet. I just want to DISCO!

And with that:



I have no idea

But she never lost her head, even when she was giving head...

Journalist: Are you a transvestite or a homosexual
Lou: Sometimes
Journalist: Well which one?
Lou: What's the difference?

Hahahah. His arrogance and indifference throughout the interview is absolutely hilarious. His ability to take himself so seriously while simultaneously mocking the entire situation is pure comedy. I wish there was some way Obama could go back in time and return with young Lou Reed in order to appoint him Press Secretary. Watching young Lou Reed field questions from a panel of White House reporters would be high comedy.

White House Reporter: Mr. Reed what does the president plan to do about the war in Iraq?
Lou: What difference does it make?
WHR: Are you saying the President has no affect on the war?
Lou: I'm saying there is no war.
WHR: There is no war in Iraq?
Lou: What does it matter if there is or if there isn't?
WHR: Well what does matter to the president?
Lou: Drugs.
WHR: The president is concerned with the war or drugs at the Mexican border?
Lou: Yea.
WHR: In what way?
Lou: Confiscating the drugs for personal use.
WHR: The president is using drugs?
Lou: No. I am.

And so on...

Oh how I wish this was the case... in a perfect world.