Heart-is-mechanical

Once you go tech, you ain’t never going back I’ve got some news for you Fembots have...

Sun, 26 May 2013 01:03:15 +0200

Once you go tech, you ain’t never going back

I’ve got some news for you
Fembots have feelings too
You split my heart in two
Now what you gonna do?

My system’s in mint condition
The power’s up in my transistors
Working fine, no glitches
Plug me in and flip some switches
Pull up in docking position
Pop the hatch and hit ignition
Bu-bu-burn out, baby
Ready for demolition

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Thu, 23 May 2013 18:29:02 +0200

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Wed, 22 May 2013 14:40:41 +0200

Thomas and Guy-Manuel: married couple

Mon, 20 May 2013 16:44:37 +0200

The duo met in 1987 at Paris’s Lycée Carnot, prestigious alma mater of Jacques Chirac and Dominique Strauss-Kahn. “We were still children so we formed each other,” says Guy-Man, finally surrendering to the interview. “There’s so much that is unspoken. It’s like an odd couple. Some couples will argue until they die, but some don’t speak and enjoy looking at the sunset, you know?”

The Guardian UK, 19th of May 2013

merlinthewombat: TODAY: EUROPE GOES TO WAR SPRINGTIME FOR EUROPE AND EUROTRASHWINTER FOR AMERICA...

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:37:57 +0200

merlinthewombat:

TODAY:

EUROPE

GOES

TO

WAR

SPRINGTIME FOR EUROPE AND EUROTRASH
WINTER FOR AMERICA AND QUALITY

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Sat, 18 May 2013 13:29:22 +0200

thedafthouse: Wee Waa Well this looks familiar

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:19:36 +0200

thedafthouse:

Wee Waa

Well this looks familiar

I’m also very much in love.

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:07:15 +0200

I’m also very much in love.

This record makes me so happy.

Sat, 18 May 2013 12:51:49 +0200

This record makes me so happy.

At some point, we all noticed Thomas Bangalter’s perpetually opened mouth. I had to do...

Sat, 18 May 2013 03:02:12 +0200

At some point, we all noticed Thomas Bangalter’s perpetually opened mouth. I had to do something with it. Now seemed as good a time as ever (wait no that’s not true I have a thesis to write).
This is supposed to take place waaaaay in the past!

He had never noticed until he told him. Well, he didn’t actually tell him. One evening, when they were up late trying to figure out how to transfer a sample they had recorded to something they wanted to make, he just asked ‘Can’t you close that mouth of yours, Bangalter?’

Even if Guy-Manuel talked to him, in a moment of high concentration, he needed at least three, four seconds to comprehend what was being said to him. For this particular message, he needed even longer.

He looked beside him, where his friend was standing over their keyboard, his face hidden behind his hair, that happened to be on the right side of his head at the moment. He flipped it to the other side with his hand. He smiled in a way he never smiled at others. Thomas suddenly realized that the reason he had addressed him all of a sudden was still relevant, and shut his mouth immediately. Guy-Man’s smile became a little bit bigger, but he seemed to correct himself quickly. He turned back to their keys, his shoulder shielding him. Thomas looked at him, his brain recognizing patterns in his behaviour, trying to come up with an explanation. It found nothing.

‘Well, I’m sorry. I had no idea.’

Guy-Manuel smirked quietly, not looking up.

‘Does it look stupid?’ Thomas continued, somehow feeling worried about his mouth, that was apparently open all the time. Guy-Manuel shook his head. His hair followed the movements, with a slight delay.
‘I’m just joking.’
‘But you noticed.’
He laughed without making a sound. ‘I don’t think others do.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. It’s fine. You’re just concentrated.’
Thomas looked at his work, and back at Guy-Manuel, who had returned to his usual silence.

Guy-Man went home at around half past two, and only because Thomas had to get up early the next morning. They usually stayed at his place, but tomorrow was not a good day. Feeling kind of sleepy, but very awake in his head, Thomas stood in his narrow hallway, watching Guy-Manuel put on his jacket before returning to the cold streets he had come from.

‘So you’ll buy some breakfast for Thursday?’ Guy-Manuel checked with Thomas, who had a habit of forgetting to take care of his guests.
‘Sure.’
‘Don’t forget, alright?’
‘No, no, I won’t.’

Guy-Manuel smiled. The blue of his eyes almost became invisible. He walked back to Thomas, who thought he must have forgotten something, but couldn’t figure out what. But he stopped right in front of him, and laid his index finger on Thomas’s lips. ‘You’re doing it again.’
Thomas closed his mouth in a reflex. Guy-Manuel cast his eyes down, still smiling.

‘I gotta go,’ he broke the strange sequence of seconds they had spent standing unfamiliarly close to each other, and turned to the door. Thomas watched him step outside, into the soft drizzle.

‘I really don’t mind,’ he said, his voice muffled by the thick scarf he was hiding in.
Thomas grinned, not sure how to feel about it all, double checking his reflection in the glass on the door.
‘I shouldn’t have brought it up,’ Guy-Man said, looking at him with a mix of amusement and tenderness. Thomas picked up on his look, didn’t know how to respond to it. But things like these came natural to Guy-Manuel, even though you would never believe it if you didn’t spend most of your waking hours with him. He came back one last time, lowering his scarf, and stood on his toes to kiss Thomas on his lips, his warm hands half on his cheeks, half on his neck. It was short, and Thomas wasn’t sure about the meaning, but then he never was about anything. It was the first time he had kissed him, though. And then, he walked away from him, still smiling. Thomas gradually became aware of his own hand leaning on the doorpost; of his arms, slowly becoming cold. He shook his head as if he was trying to shake off a dream after waking up, and returned to his rooms.

Saturday, the 18th of May 2013
2.59 AM

“Connect”

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:27:24 +0200

“Connect”

RAM and android love

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:22:00 +0200

So can we just talk about the many and plentiful slashy points of Random Access Memories? Because I can, and I need someone to talk to about it! I believe that regardless of who you ship; the robots or the boys themselves; this album is an absolute goldmine.

The first thing we can consider is the fact that this record is here at all. They’re still working together, and as we can hear, they must have had tons of fun making the music, and that alone is making me very happy. Let alone all the time they must have spent in studios together. It sounds to me like they’ve never been more in synch.

Then there’s the sound of this record. I can only describe it as full, warm, and huge. Interesting if you realise that its makers are supposed to be robots. It’s so full of life and soul and love that it’s almost suffocating. They definitely did give life back to music. Taking in mind that many tracks are some sort of journey to the past and memories, I can only imagine what its creators felt when they made them.

Moving to the songs themselves, we can easily say that the subject matter is pretty damn romantic at times. Especially if you consider that they provided the vocals for the first two tracks themselves, and also for Within and Beyond. They prove that even electronic voices can sound extremely human and soulful. The game of love is a very sad, tragic lovesong that immediately seems to prove that even androids have emotions, if Human after all’s Emotion hadn’t cleared that up already. Within continues in more or less the same fashion, speaking of a world inside of the person/robot singing, and a soul behind the voice that cannot seem to express itself, even though he knows he’s there. This seems to be a recurring theme, as Touch can also be interpreted as the story of a person/robot who does not feel he belongs anywhere. Contact with someone else suddenly changes everything, and the pace picks up as his world turns around, but in the end, it’s not enough.
You’ve given me too much to feel // You’ve almost convinced me I’m real
seems to say that this being can indeed feel, but not like others. Regardless of its jump of happiness and energy in the middle, it’s extremely lonely in the end. Can a robot never be more than a robot?

Then, there’s Beyond, showing us a dreamworld where everything is love and the two voices on the track will always be together. The voices are both robotic again, but they sound different from one another. I think it’s safe to assume that these voices are in fact singing to each other. And regarding the lyrics, this song is almost like a landslide of slashiness.
When the first voice tells things like:
Close your eyes and rise // Higher still
Endless thrill // To the land of love
Beyond love // Come alive
Angel eyes (?) // Forever watching you and I
The second voice continues:
You are the night, you are the ocean // You are the light behind the cloud
You are the end and the beginning // A world where time is not allowed
I admit that I almost had a heartattack at “This is the journey of the soul” and “It is the birthplace of your dreams”. Seriously, how much more love can they put in one song?
The dreamy trip seems to continue in Motherboard, and even though it does not have lyrics, it has the same sense of travelling in a parallel world where beauty and love are everywhere. And some of the sounds are so longing. It’s simply dizzying to me.

The last song that seems rather slashy to me (next to the title of Contact, of course) is Doin’ it right, although more in a human sense than a symbolic robotic sense. Even though the base lyrics are
Doin’ it right, everybody will be dancing and we’re feeling it right
Everybody will be dancing and be doin’ it right
Everybody will be dancing when we’re feeling alright
Everybody will be dancing tonight
there’s a hint of something more even in this. All I can think of are the two boys who have been playing for others almost all of their lives. And everybody dances, but they don’t. It’s just the two of them, and they just look at the lights shining on their faces, in silence. And that just breaks my heart, man.
If you do it right, letting go all night // Shadows on you break out into the light

There, I’m done. I could write so much more on this, but I don’t really have the time right now (and I would need to make notes about dates and connections to other songs and artists and it’s simply too time-consuming at the moment).
Tell me what you think!! <3

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Thu, 16 May 2013 02:40:35 +0200

Can I have this plz

Wed, 15 May 2013 16:10:30 +0200

Can I have this plz

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Wed, 15 May 2013 12:45:26 +0200

Doin’ it right, everybody will be dancing and we’re feeling it right Everybody will be...

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:28:23 +0200

Doin’ it right, everybody will be dancing and we’re feeling it right
Everybody will be dancing and be doin’ it right
Everybody will be dancing when we’re feeling alright
Everybody will be dancing tonight

If you do it right, letting go all night
Shadows on you break out into the light

If you lose your way tonight
That’s how you know the magic’s right

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Tue, 14 May 2013 15:05:46 +0200

duiscongue: Daft Punk - NME Magazine I believe it

Tue, 14 May 2013 14:23:47 +0200

duiscongue:

Daft Punk - NME Magazine

I believe it

I’m still freaking out because I read somewhere that Thomas and Guy-Man provided the vocals...

Tue, 14 May 2013 13:57:00 +0200

I’m still freaking out because I read somewhere that Thomas and Guy-Man provided the vocals for Give life back to music and the Game of love themselves. Holy shit, who was singing, or both of them and holy shit when and where and how, and did they look at each other as they did it and what did they look like and OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG and how did they come up with the lyrics, does it have some personal meaning?! Because they have so much emotion, even though they sound robotic?! I’M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.

I can totally imagine myself some time from now buying a pc. The employee cheerfully says ‘I...

Tue, 14 May 2013 11:00:40 +0200

I can totally imagine myself some time from now buying a pc. The employee cheerfully says ‘I can recommend this one! The RAM is very good’, and I break into a sobbing fangirling mess, squealing of epic joy: ‘Yes. Yes it is.’