Dreamy techno pop from Air France. Once you get past the mildly redundant opening minute, the rest makes me want to get my Miss Thang on. If you need me, I can be found sashaying with reckless abandon at the 3:15 mark.
Dave Wells is a screenwriter who has sold, done rewrite work, and been rewritten. And if you once offended a waitress in a sports bar in San Diego and then ordered a burger, there's a good chance he licked your cheese. Such are his powers.
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