Tag: Bat dance

A day in the life

Strolling through the airport departure hall I suddenly hear it, the unmistakable synthesizer sound and that lazy, slightly nasal voice: Enola Gay, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, 1980. I immediately want to return the favor by humming a contemporary, but then I remember…I’m at Z├╝rich Airport, not Vienna’s, I can’t sing Ultravox here. The flight…


Safety dance

I can’t dance. I don’t have the moves, I don’t feel the rhythm, I don’t own the groove. At best I can follow the basic beat of a song in a semi-rhythmical, repetitive way. This is the ‘robodance’, the only dance I master. It’s one of the reasons I can never take my girlfriend out…


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