by Kt Emmerson
It’s the winter blues for me here. I don’t know if you’ve got it too, but you’ll know it when it hits you. Middle winter, middle life, middle earth…the deafening confusion of where we’ve been, where we’re going, and does it mean anything? Likely not, but we keep holdin’ on. Keep hoping for Tattoo to say “De Plane, De Plane!” and for our Fantasy Island episode to begin (again). What I wouldn’t give for Mr. Roarke to guide my pleasure trip away from life and responsibility. You remember Mr. Roarke and his mysterious ability to provide his guests with their ultimate fantasy? There was always a word of warning before the adventure began, that you could not be saved from your fantasy until Its completion. Nobody EVER listened. And neither should you.
I’m not Mr. Roarke or Tattoo, but I do have a pleasure trip planned for you all the way to Bangkok, Thailand, apparently a hub for super smooth, cool, lo-fi soul. Doesn’t that sound like the best kind of mental island hopping, pleasure tour?
First up, Plastic Plastic, a female Bangkok native Serge Gainsbourg? Or maybe his lover, Jane Birkin?
You’ll hear it instantly. The sexy sinew searching for a warm, melty embrace. And, well, you know what happens next. But, man does she capture that cute, sultry, slow R&B from the early 60s. I think I smell lemongrass and hear distant waves crashing. Getting closer.
But, if you really want to reach your simple, sweet, internal swing, Phum Viphurit’s (New Zealand raised, but Bangkok living) Long Gone (perfect angle for my drifting, lost id) is what you must have. Take it like Neo’s red/blue pill, whichever side you see yourself on, or a piece of Willy Wonka chocolate; weird and yet completely appropriate for this place in your life.
See you on the island, Fantasy Island!
Plastic Plastic / Phum Viphurit
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