(but i want to.)
first morrissey was coming over and now this:
central square (but old 1980's central square before honkey suburbanized banal commodification . the gap. $tarfuck$.) and someone (who shall not be named) is loading all their synths and keyboards (in road cases, though) into a dumpster that's sitting on a flat bed truck.
after watching this for a bit, i go off to a dark dungeon of a kitchen where i supposedly work and make a sheet cake which i do not finish decorating. going home to sleep , i walk by a synth graveyard, where all the thrown out instruments are sitting forlornly, uncrated in the rain in an abandoned lot.
switched off bach:
the now sound of 1906:
the trautonium was invented in 1929. you can hear it in hitchcock's " the birds".
(translation click on cc):
http://youtu.be/uaWrdbvhg1Q
it always just comes back to bach:
Zuzu
http://akmed.livejournal.com/243493.html
next, i had the synths in the rain aka macarthur park o'moogs dream.
and today we learn donna summer has died.
i scare myself sometimes. i really do.