Space rock. Spaceman 3 offshoot. One of the best bands of all time, no hyperbole. Hope J. Spaceman has something up his sleeve for us this year or the next. Lazer Guided Melodies Pure Phase Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space Let It Come Down Amazing Grace Songs in A&E Sweet Heart Sweet Light Fully expect no one else to be in here but oh well. Links if you're unfamiliar:
Everything You Need To Know About The First Artist-Approved Reissue of Spiritualized’s Masterpiece — Vinyl Me, Please insane we're getting this
They are playing Pitchfork Fest this Friday and I just convinced myself to go that day after work so I'll be seeing them in three days now
How old is the oldest computer and when was the last time it was restarted? To find the answer to this question am I rewarded for sending a message by morse code outwards into the universe or can I just send this song? Where do you put the coolest perspectives of yourself anyway, and do you fill in random pockets of space on our interwebbed connections for the future to find with them? Is imagination real or is it just a figment of my imagination? I don’t know but I know I don't know why umi no ue kara begins by sounding like a very good day at work but I presume Yasuaki Shimizu has some idea Am I heading to the top now or is the thought that I should begin a live-stream writing movement by live-stream writing thoughts into my phone and out through some sequence of tubes to an unknown number of screens just some spiritualized birth in my mind? The same hot & cold provides a fine wave to ride on this night as it jangles ambience xylophonically up I belt out silence into the ether with my mouth going open and shut as the sounds of ii dive pt 2 fly in and the dance is a swim straight vertically up to the light like one imagines the winning semen Is the button enter or return or is this headache the beginning of the end I know not but that this began and continued on some audiophile mode that I’m not sure I like though I am sure I’m normal ~ Is the self the quantum entanglement of the evolutionary battle of competing memories? And what does it mean when one’s nostalgic memory reinforces itself and stays with them warmly? In respect to the latter question I recognize others have a better notion than me I write with my screen’s night light at full blast orange as I listen to bamboo houses created by Ryuichi Sakamoto and David Sylvian, so what do you expect? A birth of a natural anthem by the postal service is a twitch genre of film where one films themselves, smokes weed, puts on their headphones, and then begins to live. A life of dancing will appear on the screen with which the viewer can put on their headphones and connect, for the twitchman chooses the volume of the music that is played and heard like palinacousis The vault from which memory pulls is doomed to continue to increasingly pull from some artificial intelligent creation And the distance between the idea for a prompt and AI's written response shortens each day and the distance between the enter button being hit and AI's response shortens each day. And I wonder when the other side is reached will it feel transcendent or mundane? 55