Annoucing: My summer song of 2007!

Every summer people look for the new "summer song", the tune that'll pop up just about everywhere and drive everyone utterly and truly bonkers. And every year I do the same on a more personal level, I find/ dig up a new happy-summer-song which I can bug everyone who's unfortunate enough to know me with. And today I found the one for 2007.
I've gone back 26 years, 4 years before I was even born, to the wonderful era of synth, big hair and pink bubblegum. Usually I don't like much about the eighties, but this! Wanna know what it is?
*silence*
*drumroll*

Depeche Mode - I just can't get enough!

If you don't know it, download it, get into super-80s-synth-nintendo-happy-go-silly-mode and bounce around! Preferably drunk and hopelessly in love. Enjoy!


Speaking of Depeche Mode - I got a 1-year-anniversary gift from my schmoopsiepooh, and it was something I've wanted ever since we met; a Depeche Mode concert DVD. So I got the "Touring the angel - Live in Milan" DVD, 3 discs of Depeche Mode goodness! Weeee! I've just been watching through it and am all in flames, so here comes a happy music rant!

Usually I'm a person who generally likes a certain percentage of songs, and it's rarely a very high percentage, a defined sound can get boring pretty quickly, and I'm a restless listener. But I love every damn song performed on this concert. Sometimes I think "bah, I've heard this thousands of times, maybe I'll skip", but I'll keep watching and I discover something new every time. I'm sitting here with a high pulse and butterflies everywhere, and I want to go to a concert so baaaahaaad! Preferably Depeche Mode, but anything would be ok right now. (Which reminds me; the fact that I didn't go to Quart last year to watch Depeche Mode is a fact I'll have to live with, regret and remorse every day of my life - unless I get to see them later on. They better not be splitting up anytime soon!) And I think I'm getting a 15-year-old-giggly-crush on Dave Gahan (sorry honey, it's purely musical). He's scrawny, thin, sinuey, not particularily pretty, but DANG he's sexeh on stage. He does look like the ex-drugaddict he really is, but I don't care. He's spastic, chaotic and wierd, but I still don't give a rats ass. He looks like a wannabe-latino-lover with that sweaty greasy hair and tight dress-pants, but I still don't give a fuck. Because he pulls it off, he's just himself and again; damn sexeh. Shake that non-exsistant butt, honey!

... right.

I'll go take a cold shower now...

And watch some more DVD.

Bah-bye.