This song (and video) makes me wonder if somebody spiked my drink, but in a good way.

I love Eno’s ambient stuff, but often overlook the rock stuff he did back in the 70s. If Discreet Music is what I listen to to decompress after a long day, this is what I listen to get me in the mood to write something weird. Or celebrate the weekend.

As odd as the music and lyrics are, it still has an almost childlike quality to it. If your kids happen to be Burroughs-reading, cross-dressing, glam rockers, that is.