B Boys - Dada
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A: It all began with a dream, really. The album.
Q: Oh, there’s an album?
A: 13 songs, recorded with microphones and such. A variety of instruments.
Q: I’d call that an album.
A: We call it Dada.
Q: Like the art movement?
A: Yeah sure, but more like the combination of syllables.
Q: So, like a linguistic connection?
A: Language, self-awareness, introspection, a fresh pair of chinos. It’s all connected; not everything has to make sense.
Q: Fair enough, but it all seems to be stemming from somewhere. Where is this where?
A: You won’t find it on some cartographer’s desk. It comes from within. Equal parts collective unconscious and personal experience.
Q: That’s a lot deeper than you look.
A: We got a different mind.
Q: If 50 years from now the kids are still grooving to this Dada thing — success?
A: 50 years? Kids? We’d be happy if anyone was grooving to this 50 days from now.
Q: What would you call that? Self-deprecation? An odd sense of humor?
A: All we know is all we know, but 50 days of grooving sounds pretty good from where we sleep, especially on a pair of quality speakers.
Q: Now you’re talking. OK, so I’m stuck on a deserted island with this Dada LP. What else should I bring?
A: A tin of mints and some unconventional serenity.
Q: Do you have anything specific you’d like to express to get the fans going?
At this point in the conversation, the B Boys looked at one another, stood up, and walked away without saying a word. Before reaching the door, they flipped a switch on the wall and every single fan in the place turned on. They looked back over their shoulder and smiled.
One thing’s for certain: I wish I could be on a deserted island with them right now with a salty breeze flowing through my hair.