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After catching my breath and recovering from my little death, I had a little rhythmic leap in my step, so I reached for my Deluxe Edition of Odelay. I threw it on and skipped immediately to Derelict. I've had this song in my head ever since I discovered the brilliant Beck outtake Sorrow.

Beck rules. I so connect with him now a days. Probably even more than I did in the nineties. He's like a spaced out-outsider. Someone who's unafraid of being eccentric and eclectic. He moves by his own rhythm. He lives his life by his own creed and his beliefs. And if you can't respect that, as they eloquently say in the edited version of The Breakfast Club, "forget you!"

Why is it that a lot of people now a days don't know who Beck is? I was reading Dave Eggers hilarious Q & A in the Deluxe Edition. He asked a bunch of high schoolers what Odelay meant to them? Half of these kids couldn't distinguish Beck from Bach.

I believe that he's out there. He's a true artist, think of him as an American Bowie. Beck like the Thin White Duke is a musical chameleon, who defies catagorization and thrives in their genius and obscurity.

I like to think he has a real sense of humor and he doesn't take himself too seriously. I believe he takes his art and his craft seriously. He is an icon. Right now I feel the groove.

Crank up yr copy by celebrating the unbridled enthusiasm of the modern day classic that is Odelay.