This week I'm getting pierced.
-(And who gives a damn?)
As for me, I'm starting to crave flip-flops, palm trees, sand, lemon popsicles, and the smell of sunscreen.
It hasn't happened since the early nineties.
Funk album from the Netherlands, with a touch of the Wild West, a couple of sci-fi dub episodes, a long take in a nightclub in the last episode, and seven hints of psychedelia throughout the season.
As for the rest: “worldbeat” and “world groove.”
Whatever that means.
Which isn't really my thing: I only followed it to Freudianly sublimate the butts in the water.
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