Friday Throwback Remix

I don't know who makes this stuff. Who in the world has the persistence to listen to a shitty Eurythmics song, with all the dreadful 80s images that it conjures up - the coke, the hair, the legwarmers, the Ronald Reagan - who can sit through that long enough to bang out a masterful electro house remix? Probably the sort of person who, upon seeing a ford pinto rusting in an abandoned warehouse lot, speaks to it with hopeful words and promises to right the wrongs done by both its creation and subsequent neglect. And now as that ford pinto, its rims replaced with fresh bling, its windows tinted silver, as it drops the bass through our neighborhood we can look at it and almost forget that it ever was a ford pinto. Almost.