Readers of a certain age will remember Gary Numan‘s “Cars” as easily the coolest song of 1979 — the nearest competition was The Knack’s “My Sharona,” and catchy as it was/is it was essentially retrograde, guitar-based power-pop. Nothing wrong with that, in fact some of my best friends are retrograde, guitar-based power-pop. But where “My Sharona” harkened back to the past, to some mythical coked-up episode of Shindig!, “Cars” was prophetic, a harbinger of things to come in the impending ’80s. And many of it’s quirky tropes remain the building blocks of pop culture: robotic anomie, cinematic synthesizer washes, hollow-eyed irony, supra-natural drum sounds, dystopian technophilia, mascara for men. Because sometimes fake is even better than the real thing. Be all that as it may, we have a couple pairs of tickets to see Gary Numan at the Trocadero on Sunday. To qualify, all you have to do is sign up for our mailing list (see right, below the masthead). Trust us, this is something you want to do. In addition to breaking news alerts and Phawker updates, you also get advanced warning about groovy concert ticket giveaways and other free swag opportunities like this one! After signing up, send us an email at FEED@PHAWKER.COM telling us a much, with the magic words THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE IS IN CARS in the subject line. If you are already on our mailing list, just send us an email saying as much. Either way, please include your full name and a mobile number for confirmation. The 11th and 14th Phawker reader to email us with the magic words wins! Good luck and godspeed!