Air

Saw the French lads in London last night. Can't really work them out... part of me thinks they're a piss-take. Very self-important in their white shirt/tie/trousers/etc., arms out bestriding opposite facing keyboards.

Shades of Pink-Floyd at times (with matching 60s visuals) and Jean Michelle Jarre at other times. Like the soundtrack to any 60s/7s/80s? French film, difficult to pin them down which of course is part of their charm.

80 minutes standing when I really ought to have been laying down. After all, it's all foreplay music innit?