I had a semi-great idea for this week's Mr. Newstyle, but since it sorta ties in to the quickly approaching Otakon I decided it'd be prudent of me to wait so I could spend more time on nostalgia and less time actually thinking about stuff. As we all should well know, that's something I've never really been particularly good at.

What's most curious about this remix, named after the same crafty people that created it, is that it seems to have disappeared entirely from the map on OC Remix, which is my oft frequented site for all things videogame music-related. Now, this is not absolutely insane. I recall djpretzel mentioning that some older mixes had been removed for reasons that would not be specified. However, I also have a web page praising this remix and a web page listing other Subliminal Labs songs on the site. So where did it go?

If I were a detective (god willing I would be a dinosaur detective) I would apply my hard-earned schools of sleuthing to the case. As unfortunate as it is, though, despite many classes in the field of Criminal Justice at a prestigious local University I am neither dinosaur nor detective. In a perfect world I would have the solutions that you needed to know, but as it is all I know is how to make a rather effective flow chart tracing drug sales.

My only opportunity to absolve myself of the guilt, the guilt from not being able to explain this song's curious disappearance, is what I write here. I can do nothing but examine this song moment by moment for you, my loyal reader.

But that would take a lot of time and I've never quite been known for my overwhelming sense of industry. The song is not exactly what you'd expect from me. It's very short and very quiet, but more than once it has appeared on one of my ill thought-out mix CDs as sort of a "bridge song" and in that form it is quite admirable. The synth is joined by a grungy, dirty guitar at 0'33 that tickles my fancy bone in a way that's both ticklish and fancy. A new synth takes the forefront soon after and when it kind of starts to strain at 1'24 I'm already unconsciously nodding my head without regret.

It's not the fanciest song on the block, but it's a good way to spend two minutes. With all the allure and intrigue of its disappearance, one can't help but listen to the song just because of the legend I've created behind it. Where is Subliminal Labs today? Climbing mountains? Fighting robots in space? We may never know, but if we really, really look... the answers might just be in this minute and fifty seconds. The question is: who amongst us has the perspicacity of wit to find them?

But Could I Drive To This?: Many years ago I put this song in an awkward position. Between Dahler Mendi's outrageous Tunak Tunak Tun and Sloppy Second's memorable I Love Lesbians did it reside. On many trips to the mall would this song come up on the disc I had named "Continuity III", which was short for "We Don't Need No Stinkin' Continuity", which was part of a series of CDs I would make when I didn't feel like working a theme out. The song occupied that singular position sort of like a cleanser for your musical pallet. When your lungs were wheezing, aching from screaming out some frantic bolly-pop this would give you precious moments of rest. By the time Sloppy Seconds came on, you might just be able to roar out the chorus.

But probably not. That Dahler was a demanding fellow.