I don’t know when Pure Moods, my neighbor, first moved in. I don’t think many kids needed Enya as much as did.) (I listened to calming music a lot as a kid, but I also had severe anxiety. I don’t know how many people actually bought the album, but the infomercial ran on Nickelodeon constantly, which makes me think they didn’t really know their target audience.
It’s satirical, but the sex acts in it range from “Well, that’s definitely not legal” to “Well, that’s just not physically possible.”) Pure Moods also had “Tubular Bells” from The Exorcist (which I always got mixed up with the Halloween theme ) and a techno remix of the X-Files theme, for some reason. Having read the Marquis De Sade in college, I’ve got to say, his work is reeeeeally not actually sexy.
It had that Gregorian Chant song by Enigma that I always thought was called “Sadness” (“sad” is definitely a “mood”) but is actually called “ Sadeness ,” alluding to the Marquis De Sade. It’s how most Americans learned about Enya. It was supposed to be New Age and “World Music,” and panflutes and chanting were everywhere. Pure Moods was a compilation album that went hard in a very soft way. If you did not grow up in the United States in the late ‘90s, you may have missed his namesake entirely. Once I was the loud neighbor: a French man who lived below me in Queens came to knock on my door a couple of times to tell me he and his wife couldn’t sleep because I “walked too loudly.” I put felt on the bottom of my chairs and walked on my tiptoes from then on, even though I privately thought he should invest in a white-noise machine.īut Pure Moods is different, and not just because of the music he plays. I woke up a few hours later to their headboard crashing against my wall as they made up. Last year I stayed in a hotel in New York where a loud woman screamed at her boyfriend for three hours that he’d “ruined her career” because he told people her real age. Then I had the neighbor who did lounge covers of “Poker Face” and the The Cardigans’ “Lovefool” and had a lot of loud sex with her shitty, shitty boyfriend, who treated her terribly.
I had one my second year of college who played the same piano riff on her keyboard, day and night, until I finally asked her to stop playing it at two in the morning, and she did. I’ve lived through all kinds of loud next-door neighbors.
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