The cab driver has no English. He's not taking you where you asked to go. Street market stalls push in on the cab from one side, brightly-clothed pedestrians from the other. A transistor radio, a pocket radio from the 1970s, hangs by its wrist strap from the rear-view mirror. You hear a woman's voice, soccer-chanting Pixies and Modern Lovers lyrics over Bollywood film score samples and tinny, too-loud Casiotone beats...
M.I.A. Galang - Music video from marco ammannati on Vimeo.
...Stoner thinks M.I.A is genius...
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Genius? All I know is that she's about three decades ahead my times. Where's the horn section?
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