rapture

Legendary DJ Barry Harris gives up a fresh mix of Blondie's classic "Rapture" with some hints of "Last Night a DJ Saved My Life."

Barry Harris (Official) · Rapture (Barry Harris 2021 Remix)

palm springs drive

Feelin' this Loshmi Edit of Giorgio Moroder's "Palm Springs Drive" (from American Gigolo).

luxxury does '80

Last Gas Station invites LUXXURY to post a mixtape. This one compiles great music from around the year of 1980, including some of their dynamite remixed versions.

Tracklist:

Intro

Breakwater – Release the Beast

Rolling Stones – Emotional Rescue (+ George Benson “Gimme The Night”)

Vaughn Mason – Bounce Rock Skate Roll (+ Ozzy Osbourne “Crazy Train)

M – Pop Muzik (+ Diana Ross “Upside Down”)

Prince – I Wanna Be Your Lover (Tim Zawada edit)

Cliff Richard – We Don’t Talk Anymore

Michael Jackson – Rock With You (LUXXURY edit)

Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart (LUXXURY edit)

Chas Jankel – Ai No Corrida (+ Donna Summer “Our Love”)

Senay – Kent Yaşamı (“Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” – Turkish Version) (LUXXURY edit)

Kano – I’m Ready

Paul McCartney – Temporary Secretary (LUXXURY edit)

Japan – Quiet Life

Theme Song from Cosmos

Queen – Football Fight

Herb Alpert – Rise

Blondie – Rapture (LUXXURY edit)

Olivia Newton John & Electric Light Orchestra – Xanadu (Special Disco Version)

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disco tu(n)esday!

Rapture...

Like melting ice on the sun...

Love2loveu...

Tokyo beach...

In paradisum...

Turn the music up...

The runner...

She wore blue...

AOR disco mixtape! Tracklist here.

Do that dance...

the stars on 45

I am loving these picture sleeves!  More at vinyloid.

your lover's lover's alibi

With Blondie's soaring anthem "Call Me" thumping, unraveling cursive font titles, and cool-cat Richard Gere driving his top-down Mercedes through L.A., American Gigolo begins in a thrilling, lovingly garish way.  It's another visual source of reference for Nicolas Winding Refn's Drive.  The Driver just drives; high-class escort Julian just fucks around (mainly wealthy older women) until he makes (falls in?) love with Senator's trophy wife Michelle (Lauren Hutton). This is basically the plot for the first half until one of his clients is murdered, then Julian must resort to finding an alibi. Slickly produced by Jerry Bruckheimer, one of his first big hits with Paramount from a string of blockbusters that define the most embarrassing aspects of American consumerism, American Gigolo is simply trash gussied up in sleek Armani wear -- a flick that falls within the transitional period of the 1970s sexual revolution into the materially decadent, puritanical '80s (just so the audience is clear, Julian does not do "fags," as he says many times).

Directed by Paul Schrader (the screenwriter of Taxi Driver) and photographed by John Bailey, the film (and Gere) is breathtakingly good-looking.  It's matched up with Giorgio Moroder's throbbing electro score (the stuff dreams are made of, in my opinion).  With its shots of characters in mirrors, behind windows (sometimes shaded with blinds as it is on its iconic poster), Schrader tries to make this a noir for '80, but unlike those witty classic noirs of the 40s, the movie can't shake its shallowness.  Despite having the physicality and walk down and looking oh so good in his birthday and Armani suits, Gere's performance lacks bite.  He plays a character so vapid and emotionally void that he's a bit blah to root for.  In repetitive scenes asking for help to clear his name for murder, Gere asks for it not in desperation, but in a way someone would ask for help reaching the top shelf in a top shelf in a grocery aisle. When he finally says "it took so long for me to get to you,"  I thought, fuck yeah it did. But who cares really, watching Gere lurk around L.A. is part of the fun, nostalgic ride; this movie isn't after your heart. **1/2

-Jeffery Berg

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