lascapigliata:

flynn-science:

memeufacturing:

did the aliens from star wars just enjoy that band in the cantina playing the exact same fucking song over and over again or was it a situation like that diner with Whats New Pussycat on repeat

I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Mos Eisley, Tatooine where I grew up. I went to a place called the Cantina, uh, with my best friend Luke. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a band there, okay? And the band was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 dollars and selected 21 plays of the Modal Nodes’ Mad About Me. And then we ordered and waited.
Here’s the thing about when, uh, Mad About Me plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing Mad About Me again.’ It’s ‘hey, Mad About Me is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing Mad About Me again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played Mad About Me FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?

Now, Luke and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his blue milk cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…

DOO-DOO, DOO-DOO, DOO DOO DOOOO and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend Luke and what a genius he was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the Mad About Me’s alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then Luke says to me ‘hey hey hey before you punch in another Mad About Me let’s drop in one Lapti Nek.’

Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven Mad About Me. In a row - It played seven times. Suddenly - Dum da dum, LAAAAAPTI NEK and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of Ryloth. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown sentients weep tears of joy by playing Max Rebo’s Lapti Nek and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven Mad About Me. It’s true. Dead honest.

And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. Lapti Nek fades out. It’s dead quiet. DOO-DOO, DOO-DOO people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some frak as always.’
They kicked out the band after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had.
-Biggs Darklighter

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