*Remixed by Girl Talk to use Daft Punk’s production on “Get Lucky” as the backing track:
Loved this when I first heard it and immediately ran to grab the speakers out of my car. When I got back I looped it on-repeat, even though I knew the neighbors would hate me. I played the one minute clip for about 5-6 minutes, on loop. Then I realized I needed to listen to it louder, so I grabbed my Senns and looped it for about half an hour.
I was absolutely in love with the song, then realized how beautiful it was to hear Michael Jackson in what sounded like brand-new material. Daft Punk’s new “Get Lucky”, which is itself an attempt to preserve the spirit of MJ-era (and earlier) music, seems meant for Micheal Jackson’s SUBLIME vocal talent.
I thought how he had passed, but more importantly how hard of a life he had despite unconditional love for the world. “Do you remember when we fell in love?” Do you remember how bright the radio shined when you first heard Michael Jackson? Do you remember how perfect his songwriting was and the colossal amount of talent he had? Even if you don’t, here’s a chance to hear it again.
I started tearing up in my right eye, very naturally, until I caught myself. I didn’t want to stop though, because I was crying from sheer inspiration; hearing an otherworldly, godlike presence sounding so beautifully and in accord with Daft Punk’s immaculate production.
It had been a long time since music had really hit me in this way. I remember how this used to happen all the time, even just last year. I missed this. The lyrics continued: “We were young and innocent then.” I missed music. I wanted to fall in love again, but all new music I heard wasn’t resonating with me. I wanted to fall in love with music again, and there, while listening, it was finally happening.
This, of course, just brought on a full-blown stream of tears under each eye. As if achieving lucidity in a dream-state, I realized this was happening: “See? Love is real. All is infinite, overwhelming love. You’re listening to it. This is it; it can happen again and again.”
Fate is merciful and sounds like Michael Jackson, singing in a voice that is post-gender; post-identity: embodying perfection in a state which transcends physicality and description. “Do you remember the time when we fell in love?” Yes, now I do. Thank you for reminding me, Michael.