#laflèche

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

Le major-général LaFlèche décoré à la RCA Victor," La Patrie. April 20, 1943. Page 6. ---- Le major-général LaFlèche a présidé, hier, à la distribution d'insignes d'honneur aux ouvriers et ouvrières qui se sont distingués par leur assiduité au travail dans les usines de la RCA Victor. En guise de reconnaissance le président de la compagnie, M. E. C. Grimley a tenu à décorer lui-même le major-général. (Photo la "Patrie").

[sparklyrascallawyerpalace]

lundi 3 février 2025 J’ai lu ça dans le Nouveau Larousse Universel édition 1948. On sait combien ces livres étaient importants, c’étaient les livres de la connaissance. Pierre en parle de la Connaissance, ils ne parviennent jamais à la connaissance. Comment un homme par son labeur a-t-il réussi à écrire un livre aussi important que la Bible? Marie est l’avocat des pauvres. Je sais combien vous voudriez être à ma place.

Par exemple, lorsque Marie leur a dit que maintenant c’était la guerre et que je me suis levé et que j’ai crié : as-tu compris là? Je dormais, c’était un rêve, et quand je me suis réveillé, je m’étais levé dans mon lit et on a entendu une voiture dont le moteur tournait pour la réchauffer, partir. Et je n’ai pas le droit de penser qu’il a entendu ce que j’avais dit en rêve?

Le plus qu’on faisait c’est le jeudi, vendredi, samedi et dimanche soir dans un hôtel. C’est arrivé souvent. On jouait de neuf heures à une heure du matin. J’ai joué de la musique en public de 1970 à 1976, sept ans. J’ai joué longtemps avec les Matricules. Pis à une heure du matin je me demandais si j’allais être obligé de peser sur la suce pour pas qu’il me dépasse.

Mes ennemis disparaissent. C’est dans les Psaumes. Je l’ai trouvé tout seul. Ils s’en sont aperçu tout de suite. Moi aussi. Je dis ça parce que j’ai vu des extraterrestres.

J’ai dit à Odette à Vancouver, tu sais, je n’ai plus peur de Carlos.

Les dessinateurs s’étaient mis à se lancer des exactos et des crayons et tout ce qui leur tombait sous la main. Tu voyais les lames d’exactos passer dans les airs dans la salle de dessinateurs. J’ai démissionné.

Je restais avec Odette sur le boulevard Manicouagan à Baie-Comeau. Ça l’air que c’est bien elle, celle à qui Marie est apparue, celle qu’elle dit qu’elle était là avec moi, et celle qui a fait oh, oh quand je les ai expulsés le 9 juillet.

C’est dimanche, on fait cuire un poulet. Je sors dehors me faire griller, j’avais une carte de crédit, c’était l’été, pendant qu’Odette est en dedans. Le poulet pogne en feu. Elle jette un essuie-main mouillé sur le feu et la vitre du four casse. On appelle un petit réparateur sur la rue Puyjalon, et il nous envoie un technicien, Serge Denis, et il vient le lendemain pendant que je suis parti travailler chez des ingénieurs conseils sur le boulevard Lassalle à Baie-Comeau.

Gervais change de drummer, Dominique devait être en prison ou ça ne lui disait pas, je pense qu’il a fait son hold-up après ça, c’est Frank Shoofie qui était l’avocat de Serge, ils avaient caché l’argent dans le grenier du garage, ils pratiquaient dans le garage à côté de chez eux, il y avait $75,000.00, ils ont montré la photo du motton sur le Nordic. Ça valait-y la peine de faire un hold-up au commencement de sa vie quand on sait que j’ai hérité de $150,000.00 divisé en trois. Gervais essaye un nouveau drummer, Érol est avec lui, il a un Lesly, Gervais me tourne le dos pour que je ne vois pas les accords, et Érol fait la basse de la main gauche. Ils sont trois frères. Grands, ils mettaient tous les trois des frocs de cuir. Le nouveau drummer c’est Serge Denis, 23 ans, 5 pieds huit et demi, châtain, svelte, bon drummer, bonnes passes, belle voix, mais manque d’expérience, il ne jouait pas souvent en public, moi je ne faisais que ça. C’était le fameux réparateur de petits appareils électroménagers. Ils jouent Behind Blue Eyes des Who. Ils l’ont mieux que sur le disque. Ce qu’il ne sait pas, c’est qu’Odette était folle. Il est resté tout seul avec elle une grande secousse dans l’appartement pendant que j’étais parti travailler.

Notre voisin c’était Denis Parysé, une vieille connaissance. Son frère s’était tué en voiture entre Baie-Comeau et Hauterive. Il venait d’une famille qui restait sur le boulevard Laflèche le voisin d’Albert d’Astous. Son grand frère s’appelait Luc, il faisait quasiment six pieds. Il avait un bras mort, il fessait après les murs avec et il ne sentait rien. Il s’était acheté une moto à Baie-Comeau et il est tombé en revenant à Hauterive, il ne savait pas conduire.

Je n’ai pas eu beaucoup de visions entre Marie et le soir du black-out. C’est la fumée de leurs festivités est après. Quand j’ai vu Marie, je n’ai plus été capable de toucher à ma peinture de la Vénus de Cyrène alors je l’ai vendue tout de suite après à l’Acropole et Dieu m’a dit ce soir-là ils ont voulu se faire un dieu. C’est quelques jours après, peut-être une semaine ou deux, parce que je l’ai vendue tout de suite, alors Dieu m’a parlé deux fois en deux semaines, et ils ont essayé de m’écraser.

Lucie avait téléphoné aux religieuses à Hauterive, les sœurs Marie-Réparatrice. Je faisais ma maternelle. C’est sur le bord de la rivière Amédée, il y a une chute plus loin, il y un chemin sur le bord de la rivière, près des montagnes, c’est dans une école, et leur couvent est dans la côte qui descend en bas de la falaise. Elles ont dit, il est très intelligent, il n’a pas besoin de faire sa première année, il peut passer en deuxième année tout de suite.

Je voyageais beaucoup, mais je ne m’échappais jamais par la fenêtre. Un jour, Claude Beaunoyer, les cheveux extrêmement noirs, cinq pied huit, svelte, la mâchoire carrée, le nez long et droit, les yeux foncés, on était en huitième année, au séminaire, il regarde par la fenêtre en avant de la classe. On était au deuxième étage. Il y a un Harley Davidson avec un muffler Hollywood qui décolle. Il rentre en dedans et il dit : engin diabolique.

Elle est bonne celle-là. Il ne le réveillera pas toutes les fois. Ils m’avaient demandé si ça m’avait réveillé quand elle s’est mise à pisser?

Je ne sais pas si Alan et Hélène ont reconnu quelqu’un quand ils sont venus à l’Acropole? Hélène demande à Alan : qu’est-ce qu’ils font? Ses amants, ils allaient essayer de me tuer. Ça ne sert à rien de demander à la police d’ouvrir une enquête sur les clients de l’Acropole si Alan, mon frère les connait tous.

Je n’ai pas à tenir compte de mon sentiment de culpabilité, je m’en suis débarrassé en sautant par-dessus le camion. Si je n’avais pas réussi mon coup. En effet, derrière Hélène ils étaient en train de fumer du haschisch dans la chambre de bain. Mais Alan m’a donné la petite hache qui servait aux Matricules à couper leur haschisch. Ça fait que je n’ai pas à en tenir compte, elle parlait bel et bien à ses amants, qu’est-ce qu’ils attendent pour le tuer? Je n’écoute pas toujours ses conseils. Si je les regardais dans le miroir, ils me souriaient. Il ne fallait pas que je m’aperçoive qu’ils étaient fâchés. Ça fait qu’il ne fallait pas que je les regarde.

Je me suis rendu compte qu’ils mouillaient les bas pour te faire fâcher. Qui ça ils? Ceux qui mouillent les bas. La voisine n’était pas une jeune adolescente. Son mari voulait qu’elle lave le plancher avant qu’il n’arrive de travailler. Ça veut dire qu’elle avait lavé le plancher toute sa vie et elle était rendue à 50 ans. Il lui demandait en se déchaussant : veux-tu que je mouille mes bas?

Mon ordinateur m’a demandé s’il la connaissait. Ça fait que je suis habitué de faire du bruit le soir. J’ai grandi à côté d’un Marshall 100 watts. Alain n’avait pas de talent, mais quand il y en avait un qui avait du talent à Baie-Comeau Hauterive, ça se savait. Peut-être qu’il veut parler à la place du monde. On était quelques patients à avoir du largactil et le largactil, en effet, enlève la salive. Les gens disent qu’ils veulent quelqu’un du peuple. Si les gens apprenaient à connaître Brizilia ils l’aimeraient peut-être plus. C’est peut-être ça que mon ordinateur veut dire, pour le peuple.

Heil, ils en savent un bout. Je détache Ti-Loup et la garde-malade demande comment ça se fait qu’elle n’est pas attachée elle? C’était le diable qui l’avait attachée.

[randomvarious]

The Hydraulic Dogs - "Shake It for Me" Turbo Sampler (Vol. 2) 2000 House

Plays: N/A on Spotify // 80 on YouTube

Boy, do I have an absolute fuckin' underrated y2k-era banger for you all today. I really have no idea how the UK house music duo of Hydraulic Dogs ever first came about, but let's just say that it was definitely a good idea for these two guys to team up. Dominic Dawson aka DJD had been a veteran house DJ and producer since the 80s and Jonny Delafons aka L B Dope was a drummer for country-blues-acid house-trip hop band Alabama 3 (A3 in the States), whose biggest claim to fame would undoubtedly become "Woke Up This Morning," which would go on to serve as the theme song to The Sopranos.

But in the year 2000, with what seemed to be something of a side project for both of these blokes, Dawson and Delafons released their first single together, a funky piece of filtery and bonging house music called "Shake It for Me," which on top of a pretty standard four-on-the-floor house backbeat that added some hand drumming, incorporated samples from two extremely popular songs:

One, "(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty," by KC & The Sunshine Band,

And two, "California Love," by 2Pac, Dr. Dre, & Roger Troutman from 80s electro-funk band Zapp.

Released on UK label Influence—a sublabel of UK label Defender—"Shake It for Me" would find its way onto a small handful of mixes in 2000, including two that were released by the biblical UK electronic music monthly, Mixmag, but another mix the song ended up on was DJ Laflèche's Montreal Mix, which was put out on the Montreal-based Turbo Recordings label; and because of the song's inclusion on that mix, a fuller-length version of it also appeared on a Turbo sampler that year too, even though Turbo never actually released the song themselves.

Anyway, "Shake It for Me" is pure gold, man. The samples it employs are obviously not obscure by any means, but the idea of marrying the opening moments of "Shake Your Booty" to some of Roger Troutman's own talk-box vocals from "California Love" really ends up generating a track that, to this day, still feels fit for unleashing in pretty much any party setting. And when Dawson and Delafons kill the Troutman loop(s) in order to instead let his voice wander freely and way offbeat, those are the times when this song reaches its most satisfying points 😌.

So if you adore "California Love," it's probably best that you give this house jam from the early 2000s a listen too, 'cuz you're probably gonna end up digging how this British pair implemented it for their own tune as well.

A 2002 single put out on UK Sony sublabel Direction would feature remixes of "Shake It for Me" by Italy's Junior Jack and the UK's TBC (Matt Schwartz), and it would end up charting successfully, reaching #56 on the UK Singles chart and #2 on the UK Dance Singles chart. The Hydraulic Dogs would also end up releasing a handful of more singles between '02 and '03—mostly promos—a digital single in '08, and they'd also do some remixes too, including a couple for Alabama 3, and another one in 2012 for Orbital's "New France," which featured Zola Jesus on it. And that Orbital remix appears to be the last time that we'd ever hear from them as a pair.

But their debut sure was a nice gem!

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[lickstynine]

meet my fantasy nerds

So, they’re not new new, but I haven’t written with them in forever, and I never got to give a ton of backstory. I finally just got their chara pages up, the links are attached to their bolded names later in this post. you can look at them on a computer or by pasting the link into your mobile browser (b/c the tumblr app is a damn mess)

I’m really invested in them right now, and I would love it if y’all sent asks and prompts about them, esp if you have any ideas for them for Sickdays

here’s the one fic I’ve posted about them

here’s a drawing I did of 3/4 of the gang:

and here are some asks I’ve answered about them, as well as some I answered just about Yves

a bit of backstory on their world:

It’s a low-fantasy region with varying levels of technology depending on the country and the type of tech, but the most advanced shit they have is like ‘20s-level phones, cars and planes. Most land travel is still done by train or horse, and communications use phones, letters, and telegraph.

The three countries relevant to this story are the République de la mer du Sud, Estado de Ocaso, and Schwarzenscheid. It’s not set on earth, but they use earth languages because I wanted to and I can. 

The République is where basically all plot stuff will happen, as the protagonists live there. They speak French and Spanish there, chiefly French, and they follow a monotheistic religion called the Communion of Fortune. The country is not friendly to other religions; following another beliefs system is basically forfeiting your rights. It’s a small island nation, so they eat lots of fish and have lots of boats. Their chief exports are medicine and other medical technology. They’re currently going through a revolution, and all the nobles have been killed/overthrown. My four main nerds are on the side of the rebels, and they’re about to enlist in the rebel army.

Estado de Ocaso is Serafino’s home. They speak Italian and Spanish, and they follow a polytheistic religion called Setta dei Nove (Corone). Their culture is a bit,,, shallow? Like they tend to favor aesthetic over practicality, and fashion is very big there. They’re also a bit less modern than the République.

Schwarzenscheid is Silvan’s home country. They speak English and German, and are also followers of the Communion of Fortune. On paper, it seems like an okay place, but they’re terrible at taking care of their common citizens, and unless you’re born rich, you have basically no chance of being truly successful.

characters

Silvan

The unofficial leader of the group. Very smart, sometimes too smart for his own good. He’s a devoted student, but loves to hang out with his friends and boyfriend in his free time. He and Yves aren’t exclusive (and definitely aren’t public or out either), and he flirts with girls a lot, especially after a few drinks. If he thinks he knows better than someone, he will aggressively assert his opinion, until they concede or a fight starts or his friends drag him away. 

He’s a pretty nice guy, though, and just wants to make his own way in the world. As an orphan in Schwarzenscheid, he was never gonna be able to do anything with his life, so he worked his ass off throughout his early teens (while studying French and Spanish in his free time) and saved up enough money to move to the République. They had just finished a revolution when he showed up and started college, and he assumed things were going to settle down and get better so he could build a life for himself. Instead, boom! second revolution. Right now, he’s about done with his studies and ready to go off to war and prove himself.

Yves

Silvan’s boyfriend. The baby of the group despite being the second oldest. He’s very nice, but also very fiery if he gets riled up. He’s big on like helping and defending other people and advocating for equality, and has a bad habit of starting fights he can’t win. He met Silvan when the big nerd started coming into his family’s cafe to study regularly.  His family are pretty chill people too, and they really like Silvan. They’ve basically pseudo-adopted him and try to feed broke skinny boi whenever they can.

Serafino

He came from Estado de Ocaso to study and explore. He’s very loyal to his home country, but has grown attached to the République as well, so he’s staying to help fight. He’s very catty and flamboyant, but charming when he wants to be. Pretty smart, too, hence why he was able to go abroad for school. He still wears traditional Ocasan clothing and follows their religion even though it gets him lots of nasty looks (especially from the loyalists, who are way less progressive than the rebels). Met Silvan when they had a class together, and they hit it off right away.

Désirée

The oldest of the group by far, but deffo not the Mom Friend by any means. More like the Bad Uncle Friend. She’s coarse and crass but fiercely loyal to her dumb boyos. She makes lots of dumb bets with Serafino, and she, Silvan, and Serafino wingman for each other constantly. She met the boys when they were out bar hopping and was basically like “let me show you how it’s done.” Female soldiers haven’t really been a thing in the past, but this revolution was so violent and unexpected, both sides are basically at the point of taking anyone who will fight, and she is most definitely down to fight.

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Notre Dame de Paris Notre Dame de Paris, La flèche Buy it on my personal website : http://bit.ly/1MTEKn9

[keepmyselfamused-othersconfused]

“Some say if life hands you lemons, make lemonade. I say if you’re dealing with sour grapes, drink lots of wine.”

— Isabelle Laflèche

[nekofaust]

All my scp ocs that work to monitor web based anomalies! More info under the cut about them! (Read right to left)

Agent Winchester: A transwoman who just graduated college majoring in programming. She tends to spend most of her time online or working on passion projects. She gets a mysterious job offering that also provides all the benefits she needs...

Agent Wyvern: a young transman from Poland who doesn't discuss most of his past. Was previously in an MTF unit that dealt with dangerous anomalies which he lost an arm and leg to. Was reassigned to this unit and isn't very happy about it. Is rather hot headed and moody. Would rather be doing field work.

Agent Avitus: was in his terms "isekaied" into the 2020s after falling in the Nile River back in 100 AD. Was discovered by the foundation after a heated arguement on Wikipedia occurred with Avitus getting an arguement with another user about the edits he made on articles regarding Ancient Rome and kept citing himself as source.

Agent Doe: Known as Johan Doe. A completely ordinary guy who showed up at the foundation one day with no recollection of who he was or where he came from. With no home he began office work around the foundation. Nothing about him stands out except coworkers around him tend to go missing and he has been reported as being "suspicious"

Agent fangirl4lyfe1998/Rana : She was first detained in Costa Rica by the foundation for creating strange fanfictions containing classified information. She began work for the foundation due to her skills with secruity hacking. Barely interacts with people off line and is generally disliked by her coworkers and people online.

Agent Laflèche: A former leader of an MTF unit that also preformed as a visual kei group. Is the only surviving member of that unit and has been transferred between various jobs within the foundation. They come across as mature and expierenced with anomalous work in all fields. She is in her 40s. Is also trying to start a new band.

Agent Shooting Hearts: Has horse features (horse ears, horse tail, and hooves), claims to be a magical unicorn. Ve has not shown any magic or horn. Enjoys vintage toy and doll collecting. Shooting Hearts is rather closed off about where ve comes from or how ve ended up here. Very sweet and kind.

[leam1983]

Breakfast

It's Monday, so the polycule went out to a diner for breakfast. We've all got business on the South Shore, today, so we tried out Chez Manuel, a basic eatery in Laflèche, one of the older corners of Greenfield Park.

Over-easy eggs that were a little too small for comfort, a "small" glass of OJ I could've drowned in, enough potato squares I could've choked on and bacon strips that were in this weird, Eldritch state between soggy as fuck and expertly crispy. Walt couldn't stop commenting on the potatoes, Sarah and I thought the coffee might as well have been dishwater, and the toast points were pretty much floating in a congealed pool of melted butter. The tastebuds approved, the inner dietician shrieked and my Spirit Cardiologist probably took notes stating how much of an idiot I was being.

On the way back, a young-ish kid notices I'm a bit slow and doesn't really pay attention to the fact that Walter's helping me negotiate the curb.

"We don't see this too often, huh?" he notes, unbidden. "An older man helping his son around like that..."

Walt flashes a look in my direction, a bit of impishness suggesting he'd be up for maintaining the father-son routine to get this nosy young man out of our hair, and that as ever, he secretly likes being the paternal figure in the group. I smile back.

"That's Cerebral Palsy for you!" I shoot back. "You're all there, but your limbs aren't worth shit! I'm sure he likes your vote of confidence, but he isn't my father."

Someone older would've been flustered or confused. By the look of things, this is a kid who knows a few people in the wider LGBTQA diaspora. "Oh, sorry," he says, apologizing for his mislabeling and not out of embarrassment, "I just haven't met a lot of gays in Laflèche, is all."

Walter smiles tightly. "Well, don't advertise us openly; this isn't the kind of place that takes kindly to non-hetero types..."

The kid and his girl-friend seem surprised. They've been here often, but only to pick up student specials to-go, like the occasional deep-fried wiener or hamburger. I let them in on the weirdly racist remarks clients seated next to us parted with about workplace colleagues of their own.

The young girl scoffs knowingly. "Well, this is Laflèche, so... Either you're a long-time resident on a pension or a Social Welfare user - or you work one of the local factories or warehouses. We're only just starting to see nicer condos sprout up. Most of the people up this street call me The Nigger, as if they'd never seen another Black girl before."

Her tone changes from sarcasm to a tinge of worry. "You didn't... hold hands while inside, did you?"

Walt and I exchange another glance, as worried realization settles in. There's a dingy-looking sports bar across the street, the exact kind that's probably under protection by some flavor of criminal asshats, and the entire area has this particular feel where you have the sense that someone, somewhere, is liberally siphoning cash out of registers in exchange for "services rendered". We replay the morning's events in our three minds, like modded Precogs scanning the recent past.

Nope, no outward contacts. We effectively were three coworkers sitting at the same table, this morning. Phew.

"I... don't think we'll be coming back here," notes Sarah.

"Nope!" responds Walter as he ducks inside the car like someone who's expecting bullets to start flying. "It's a shame, though," he notes, "I really liked these potatoes!"

[travsd]

Gisele Mackenzie: Her Hit Parade

Gisele Mackenzie: Her Hit Parade

I learned the name of Gisele MacKenzie (1927-2003) around the same time I learned that of Ghislaine Maxwell, and now I live in fear that I’ll always mix them up, for aren’t they similar? But it’s not fair. The latter was Jeffrey Epstein’s accomplice, and the former was a lovely French-Canadian singer whose real name was Gisèle Marie Louise Marguerite LaFlèche. I half suspect that she may have…

[gloria-vienna]

lunch at Clermont Ferrand / Royat at #LaFlècheD’Argent 1 https://www.instagram.com/p/B0ErFreoHb2/?igshid=mad8rh40ssco

[kasasaginosu]

La fête des œufs

ça faisait un bon mois que j’avais pas ouvert le jeu. Mais à force de voir des items passer sur des comptes insta que je suis, je me suis dit qu’il était temps de retourner sur mon île un peu. Après m’être fait passablement secouer les puces par mes habitants, j’ai commencé à récupérer ce que j’avais louper sur cette période février/mars : Les items de la St Patrick, la fête des Poupées... Tout en savourant la verdure qui revenait (et ça faisais drôle vu que tout était encore sous la neige la dernière fois que j’étais passée XD) Puis, au premier avril les feuillus (non fruitiers... Cherchez l’erreur) ont passé en fleur... Et le lapin (l’horrible lapin) est passé m’expliquer que la chasse aux œufs s’étendait sur plusieurs jours... Et du coup j’ai replongé. Je me suis fait un coin “Fête des œufs” au fil des 4 jours de la fête... Et je commence déjà à accumuler les pétales et les lanternes sakura pour... remplacer Pâques par un coin Hanami ♥♥♥ En plus je suis trop contente, vous avez vu qui est revenue ?? Évidemment, elle n’a plus la mémoire de son passage sur l’île mais je vais la harceler avec des cadeaux ♥ Et ça m’a fait rire parce que depuis qu’elle est là, je vois Rosco sortir en costume trois pièces comme pour attirer son attention et d’emblée, le premier perso qu’elle m’a évoqué c’était Laflèche... Comme si elle le connaissait depuis longtemps XD

[lemon-mokke]

"His face is flat, but it's very expressive" -Hugo Laflèche

So my friend passed away on the 5th of January

I originally named him "Noufal Saputera". But then i asked my friends about it, and now his name is "Noufal Abhirama Saputera"

[randomvarious]

Joe T. Vannelli - “Don’t Bring Me Down (Groove Mix)” Montreal Mix Sessions Vol. 4 by  Laflèche Song released in 1999. Mix released in 2000. House

Joe T. Vannelli appears to have done it all when it comes to house music. From producer, to radio host, to globetrotting DJ, to record label owner, to podcaster, to remixer, Vannelli has been working with and around music since the 70s and really has shown no signs of stopping. As Italy’s greatest dance music export, he’s known to have produced remixes for a long list of famous acts including Erasure, Black Box, Thelma Houston, Boy George, Bobby Brown, New Order, Right Said Fred, Mark Morrison, Giorgio Moroder, Eartha Kitt, Ginuwine, and Madonna. Vannelli just might be the longest lasting and hardest working entity in the history of house music.

In 1999, Vannelli released a song called “Don’t Bring Me Down,” which was remixed to the hilt by him and a handful of other house artists. One of those remixes, Vannelli’s “Groove Mix,” is featured on a double 12-inch he released through one of his many labels, Dream Beat. In 2000, it appeared on Montreal DJ Laflèche’s Montreal Mix Sessions Vol. 4. 

The “Groove Mix” of “Don’t Bring Me Down” is a great, simple yet contagious, tribal number that lives up to its name by not really building or peaking, and instead, just rides. Vannelli provides a hand drum rhythm and surrounds it with hi-hats, hand claps, and a kick drum. As the track proceeds, he lays a cowbell over top and then a little subtle acid beep between those cowbell strikes.

A solid tribal offering from Vannelli here.

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