Name of the Game
If you ever drive on the L.A. freeways then you would know that they can completely mess with your conception of time. I've never had a single phenomenon (i.e. driving a single stretch of highway) be completely stretched and warped like the activity of driving in L.A. A two mile stretch can take anywhere from two minutes to two hours to drive. Of course traffic is the deciding factor. But even at midnight on a weekday cars flood the roads and it takes more time than one may suspect to drive only a couple of miles.
I recall one night driving on the 10 at three o' clock in the morning from Santa Monica to Downtown L.A. (around the 110 interchange) about a fifteen mile drive that usually takes two or more hours during rush hour and at least forty-five minutes when it isn't rush hour. In the middle of the second play of Bennett's "Name of the Game" I arrived in downtown, in about seven minutes. The feeling was like suddenly finishing a 200 page book in five minutes when it usually takes several hours --a feeling of transporting around time, rather than as a classical object traveling through it. It was a clear experience of relativity and recognition of the mind's mechanical attempt to structure experience wholly by the static and classical notion of time.
I honestly don't know what "library" album the "Name of the Game" was released on. He recorded for Burton music, KPM and many other library outfits throughout Europe in the 70s and 80s. Its been released on different compilations and has one of the funkiest synth-bass lines I've ever heard.
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