Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Mirror ConspRemember my little ode to Sade a few months back? Originally, my idea for that one was to simply embed the song – really any Sade song will do – and type, “It works.” I figured if there was ever a ‘Nuff Said moment outside a Marvel comic book, that was it. Well, that particular column and idea were actually originally conceived for this band, and specifically this song, from this album.

I fell so hard for Thievery Corporation’s The Mirror Conspiracy the first time I heard it that I bought their subsequent records for years, never realizing none of them did for me what this one does. This was well before ‘Down Tempo’ or ‘Chill Wave’ became a thing, a genre maligned as easy fair, utilized by every coffee shop and supermarket to ‘herd cattle’, a consumerist shadow that would forever taint the tones that originally inspired such sensual, surreal reveries in me. But I digress; allow me to change my track here, as thus far you may be confusing this article with an early edition of The Joup Friday Album, when the truth is A) Sonny will be doing that tomorrow (can’t wait!), and B) this piece is actually not about The Mirror Conspiracy per se, but about its unbelievable coercive properties when inspiring F*&king.

Case in point: Around the time this album came out and I first fell in love with it, I had a good friend of the opposite sex who I constantly went back and forth with as far as ‘Friend/More than Friends’. This was never a case of the proverbial F*&k Buddy. No, we were friends first, but there was definitely something else there; an initial attraction that developed into a full-out relationship. Eventually, on the first go-through, this became too serious and thus untenable, so we went back to being friends. Then we fell back into it, then out. I cared for this person very much, but, well, at some point I reached a point of desensitization and pretty much just wanted it to be whatever we felt like at any given moment (which of course for the guy is almost always the randier version of the relationship). This ‘no strings’ seemed to work at first, except that of course eventually this makes things even more difficult, as dating others eventually becomes a thing. In a moment of foresight and strength, my friend finally took a staunch stand: “No sex, just friends.”

Then I started playing this album on nights when she’d come over to hang out, and just like the Joe Cocker track from a few weeks back, whenever Thievery Corporation’s The Mirror Conspiracy would go in the CD player, she’d end up staying the night. Once, she even said to me, “It’s not fair – this music just makes me want to have sex.”

So, as you can see, It works.

Next week: Let us weep.

Shawn C Baker

Shawn C Baker

Shawn lives in Los Angeles where he co-hosts Drinking w/ Comics, writes screenplays and fiction and has been known to drink quite a bit of beer. Good beer.

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