Thanks to a good friend loaning me The Complete Miami Vice Collection on double cd album, I have been indulging in the synthesised sonic serenity of the talented Jan Hammer for the last couple of days.
Granted I now have the urge to wear pastel suits, highlight my hair and drive around deserted moonlit streets, brooding over the conflict of emotion as I wrongly yearn for the love of the beautiful sister of the country’s most wanted drug baron, knowing full well that I must gun him down in a raid at sunrise, losing her love forever.
The designer stubble is in full swing, oh yes.
Excuse me while I brood. :o|
