Droplets of youthful heat. Today might be the warmest day, like, kinda' ever measured. It's like the Tulleries when Baron Haussmann was chilling with Einstein because those guys just don't give two single shits. This diddle has all the humid warmth to melt the prix de rome and have sex with your mom #YOLO

Canicule Exoplanetaire

There existed, in a time long forgotten by the public at large, a castle, notorious for its wicked ballroom. Listen as Leonard Bernstein narrates the story of the crookedly groovy fairies throwing a profound party, defying all laws written and yet to be written. With a rhythm section consisting of Steve Jordan, the Berliner Philharmoniker double-bass section and unintelligible shapes of audible awesomeness, and the echoes of lyrical oblivion filling the vaults and realms that make up the grand salon of chateau des Fèes Mechants.

Chateau Des Fées Mechants (Ballet Music As Narrated By Leonard Bernstein)

To paraphrase Alfred Lord Tennyson’s ‘The Eagle’:

‘She clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, she stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath her crawls;
She watches from her mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt she falls.’

As she glances quickly at her eaglets, her cries are caught by the wind and the wind caught softly the cool airstream carrying her aloft, circling softly once spiraling for prey in harder days.
Now fluttering frivolously, a multi dimension bird in tumbling free fall she floats; Mother Bald Eagle.
Shortly after leaving her nest, flying quaint but a brief moment, she dazzles into a hunt for food. This ravenous quest so perfectly exemplifying her talents for maneuvering.
After devouring her meal she thrusts upwards into delightful bliss, soaring high above the clouds.   
     Shimmers of evening light break the sky’s pale complexion of white and brass.
Returning home in her mighty flight she was spotted over long hills by Douwe Bob who’s old song accompanied her lonely cries.
Gently swooping down she lands finding her young satisfied at her sight then looking flabbergasted at a scene nearby, two dogs portraying a peculiar spectacle. 

Pourquoi-pas,

Happy to have been bringing you these sick beats since 1890.

Mother Bald Eagle (interlude Husky Vs. Muddy Poodles)

Lines are swayed through space and it’s fabric bending ever so slightly.
Each brick a curving bloom and each trick never rewarded.
The floors are up nor down, the wood crawling merciful.
It’s floating chandelier incomparable to common gold and riches.
It’s warmth inviting as the heavens long to be.
It’s chambers intertwined and filled with a crowd of stars.
Tis’ there you long to be, tis’ there you’ll never.

Au Manoir Interstellaire

Two gangster's in an enchanted wood in search of a ring they've heard about stumble upon a castle wall. There lives the dragon slayer Sickfried and his totally bitchin' wife Brünnkilla. Hours to hour lost in time, not looking for a way out, they wander. Walls covered with ever changing roses and beats fluid as fairy tales drip from them. The gangsters were really like: dafuq?! and decided to leave since they could not grasp the awesomeness of it all.

(The Love Story Of) Sickfried & Brünnkilla

La Neige (The Snow), as it is so aptly titled, is a winter whirl full of crystalline shimmers and twinkling lightheartedness. Set out to imagine a perfect christmas forrest where family and friends gather for an evening stroll in the virgin whites - the perfect tree with the most delightful decorations - winter's love and life's winter sorrows blissfully forgotten in a perfect holiday dream. We offer no less here at Pourquoi-pas. Admitting we couldn't have done it without our dear beloved Achille-Claude whom is up in the heavens probably rather annoyed with our fussing about.

La Neige

The Candy Flip

Interstellar highway swag throughout, this is a quick study on moving fast, while dancing.

Hyperspace/hyper-time

Franckie fathoms fantastic and frivolous funk features. 
#Ortolan #BlindMasterGravy

Franckie On All Floors

Husky frolics in the sunlight - no less, no more... #BlindMasterGravy

Ice Cream Dog

The track that began it all back in '11 - but ever frivolous still... us ourselves believe this to be quite an occasion for we musn't forget this was 'The Quoi''s first ever attempt at their now widespread, pioneering cross-over style.

Happy to have been brining you these sick beats since 1890,

'The Quoi'.

Debussy feat. Ravel

As tiny Chet sat writing at his tiny desk, from out of nowhere there peered the glimpse of an alpine dream from the center of his table top. Powerless to this magical happening he was slung into a rollercoaster of winter splendour - as the slanting slopes, snowy cliffs and freeing verges drew him ever deeper in this mountain dream. Breathtaking hilltop views followed by daunting drops, as Chet cascades his snowboard through the mountainous majesty. Bear with him, don't be scared - you're only on a table top.

Tiny Desk Alpine

Dieudonné (INpheasant) and Greven (Blind Master Gravy) are two guys way over a century old. They're like, why not, let's just do this. So they started out years ago. The output sounded quite different back then. After writing a few notable works together like the Mozart requiem, the three Stravinsky ballets and most all of Debussy's and Ravel's oeuvre (those guys are total rip-offs and payed us handsomely to write music using their names) they decided to get with the times and start fucking shit up. With Steve Jordan as the main drummer we'll surely be splitting brain cells on a quantum level. All these amazing guys (conductors) recorded a load of beautiful stuff and now we're rearranging the lot.

We're happy to have been bringing you these sick beats since 1890,

Blind Master Gravy and INpheasant.

Pourquoi-Pas

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