Grows, in a certain sense, ever more potent as time passes, as the memories of myself linked to the piece - the feverish, young mystic; the naive lover; the eager traveller - accumulate. For me, this is the definitive Enigma.
Ooooh yeah, this one puts me in a slinky mood. I want to slap on my Don Johnson outfit and go cruisin' the Gaslight District. Alas that and other such dreams,... After getting my son's teeth brushed, in bed, and dishes in the washer, I'm realize I'm really closer to Don Quixote than Don of Miami Vice fame. A tribute to Enigma from us Walter Mitty's everywhere. Without your music's epic "coolness" we'd all shrivel up into accountants or fiddler crabs.