whatever happened to the notion of scifi soundtracks reaching into your soul and showing you what you've been missing about yourself? 2001: A Space Odyssey's makes me sterile just thinking of the entire climax scene. forget the films the narrator is forced to watch in A Clockwork Orange, my droogs, and focus on that scene. there, you have two options. the first is to repent and resume a life of touched, anxiety-drug-induced normalcy. the other is to never sleep. to lie awake under the stars, dreaming of another place that's out there. and not too far away, in terms of the entire multiverse.
especially when you consider how much unoccupied space there is at the subatomic level. if only we could code a message to commune with our organs. but alas, we must rely upon the diagnoses of earthlings for survival.
makes me want to take a hammer to all the ikea furniture in the world.
zappa's peaches en regalia opens the film, a dark sky populated with spinning stars as we see a first-person view of space travelers in their vessel headed off to some distant place. and it doesn't move slow, despite what 2001 tells you. you know you're moving in space because of your inability to stop.
maybe someone else should pilot the craft for awhile. and let erwin do the math.
math rock. lots of math rock. to rococo rot, couch, and tortoise round numebers to their core.
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