Women have always been a strange mystery to me. Especially their tastes in music. In the early '90s I had the first Enigma album as me secret go-to album to play while entertaining the lady folk. That album and it's intentions had long become transparent by 1998 and girls seemed to have no interest in my angular indie rock or my adoration of West coast pop punk (wrong girls maybe? I dunno). My roommate at the time @cinemacide had a cool urban-chic taste in music at the time that I envied (though dude pride at the time did not allow me to acknowledge this) he started playing Dr. Octagon's album which I thought was cool ad hell but I still suspected the overt sexual overtones were a bit much to hang to. Then he played #djshadow "endtroducing" and it was perfect! It was moody and jazzy but sampled Metallica. I bought it that winter and spent a lot of time with that cd on headphones, I couldn't believe the layers he was producing with just turntables it sounded like a band. Anyway, it turns out that this obsessive music fan making music for music fans is still an intrinsically "dude" thing. Like I said: women have always been a strange mystery to me. Oh well. At least I have this treasured disc.
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