It’s a’ comin’…
And in the final haul of post-production, where extremely talented people do extremely incredible things with extreme lack of funds (and obvious extreme appreciation from me). Sooner rather than later, the poster will be up and I’ll no longer be able to keep this a secret!
So loud, the distortion embraces the glass and the walls.
So distorted, the paint begins to flake and crumble.
So crumbled, the shattered pieces form a picture of something.
Just like cold cold darkness in an ochre-tinged corridor.
(Source: Spotify)
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
The drapes are kind of crushing down all around me, and there’s a stupid fly the size of a rock buzzing around my ears that I can’t get rid of. A mutiny of emotions and a closer step to paranoia. Or is it simply desperation? A few waves burst into a flutter like two birds fighting over some bug, and I’m kind of left speechless. (or is irresponsive the word?)
Idle and devoid. That’s it.
I think we’re all creatures of habit and need.
Overtaken by a current of new techno music and the wave of the Berlin scene, here’s a go at my own techno set. Feels rudimentary and, at best, probably not even true-fashioned techno. But it’s all music that everyone should listen to, so perhaps worth it.
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