Perfect 31, Django Django
My pal Mike Monteiro started a thing over at Instagram called Perfect 31, a fun exercise where each day in August you write about a perfect LP. I haven’t been great at keeping up with every day under Stage 4 lockdown, but I wanted to save a few of the things I’ve written and have them someowhere else than just instagram.
Django Django is one of the bands that I never learned anything about. You know? Like I never dug around to find out anything about them. I figured from the sound (kinda Beta Band-esque) and the vocalist’s tone that they were Scottish and left it at that.
There’s this idea in some strains of Catholicism called the ‘Strict Mystery’. The idea is that there are some questions that it’s taboo to ask about (such as the nature of the Trinity) but that they can be revealed to you through Divine Grace.
I’ve used the Strict Mystery doctrine as a way to not learn how to make an Old Fashioned because I don’t want the experience of drinking an Old Fashioned to be ruined by the knowledge of how to make one. Also I would die of organ failure because I love an Old Fashioned way too much for me to not just keep making them 24 hours a day if I knew how.
Django Django is like that. There’s two other Django Django records and they’re both great, but they’re not this one. This one was delivered from outer space by a superior intelligence like maybe the squid dudes in Arrival or just maybe plain old humanoid aliens.
I don’t care where it came from. In fact not only do I not care, I want to keep not knowing.
Don’t ruin this for me.
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Coda: I just went to my record collection to take a photo of it, and it has magically disappeared (presumably with disc two of Paul’s Boutique, which went missing of its own volition some years back). Gone back to whence it came. Another mystery.
So I stole this image from the internet.