Oh...and Lefke makes the total psychotic - blank face, that weird big eye, and when asked what brought her to the penal colony her answer "does it matter? That person no longer exists". Best answer yet!
reality matching fantasy begs new questions: will my star trek communicator drop calls? will the transporter make me late for work because of "transporter traffic ahead of us"? or will the transporter chiefs all go on strike after joining 1199C? will i be able to nuke leftovers or should i just have the food processors make me filet mignon and a bottle of Cristal? and will I have to pay for it? will my tricorder iPad be susceptible to hacking? or crash? will it come with an extended warranty and cover me while i'm traveling the universe? and where will the nearest Apple Store be?
I'm one of the few black gentrifiers in Bushwick n this skit reminds me of the old nabe to the T as it evolved from 2005 to now. Except replace the black people on the corner with Latinos, that's more accurate. Rent got too damn high, had to bounce after 7 years. And too many white midwesterners. They evaporated the flavor. Just like they did in East Village before. Same shit happening in London's East End - Bow Road looking like Bushwick Ave.
When I heard this music for the first time I was in a Detroit night club, back in 1979, I just about lost my mind. I don't know who I dragged onto the dance floor, but we vibrated with excitement. To this day, I drop everything so I can dance. The guitar solo is the best of all time and when it bridges back, so so sweet!
When I first heard this song/rap in the 70s the politics of Watergate was unprecedented. The end where Gil Scott says "what goes around...comes around" has had no truer meaning than the days since 9/11. The revolution will not be televised - it's live!