Sometimes in this crazy world of obvious jamming, a jam seems to be
carefully woven into that delicate fabric of which 'obviousness' is wholly comprised. Like a fine thread it dances along in a dizzying pageant
with the garment it is part of, and by extension, with the wearer of said
garment. When we finally recognize it, we are confronted with the cosmic hierarchy that exists betwixt the Universe, the
Stars, the Air we breath, the Clothes around us, the very threads of those
clothes, and this in turn extends to Us of course, and then to the Jams
within our hearts, presumably down to atoms, quarks, leptons, bosons and
super strings that everything is made of - even Love, Rhythm and
Children's Tears. But I shall leave this path to physicists: they did so well
with the atom bomb, why not throw'em a bone?!
Sarcasm and whimsy aside, we should still pay heed to this 'fabric of
obviousness'; a fabric that can so completely escape us, even when our very
noses are saturated with it's lusty perfume. Case in point, Maneater by
Hall and Oates.
I mean, is there anywhere on this whole planet, nay the solar system,
where this jam doesn't get space and time completely rocking?! Fuck!
NASA should seriously consider using this jam as a way to generate
wormholes...because this shit travels through time as it's hitting our
eardrums!
Perhaps I should explain: the theory is that this jam has actually only
been played once, back in 1982 when it was recorded. Upon hearing
what they had created, Daryl Hall and John Oates strangely thought that
it was total crap....they never touched it again! They may have even
thrown away the master tapes for all I know.
However, this song is so incredibly tight and hot, that it can actually
escape through tears within the fabric of spacetime and, as a result,
we hear it rather frequently, but only as a sort of hyper-dimensional
echo. At first the echo was extremely vigorous and stayed at # 1 on the Billboard charts for 4 weeks. This is pretty good, considering the song technically didn't exist any more. From then on it echoed in and out of our lives, defying all known laws of physics in the process. This means it's actually traveling through time and space to rock you!
Now, you may think I'm just joking, but Hall and Oates actually created
a lesser jam called Out of Touch that described the traumatic
experience of tampering with spacetime. This jam is also fairly obvious and as such would normally be assigned its own post. However I have included it here for the sake of reference. Listen carefully and you'll see that they are obviously talking about their 'lost' jam Maneater, which is
simply out of touch (Space), out of time (Time),and out of our heads when it ain't around.
Doggs...that's because it's in outer-fucking-space.
Pay no minds, though... like I've said: it's woven into a fabric that is all
around us, just like Gravity, Fruit Roll-Ups and Trapper Keepers.
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