“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Nothing Like a Good Old Eight-Bar Phrase

That time in Boulder when I was just getting used to living on what I supposed was the surface of the Moon. I was like Mr. Clean from Apocalypse Now, “born in some south Bronx shithole [aka south London] and the light and space of Vietnam [Colorado] really put the zap on his head.”

So I walked into the nicest record store at that time and my friend Nathan was spinning this. And everything was totally okay.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nostalgia for Boulder filtered through Stockholm Syndrome? The echolalia of time lapping against our brains? Sentiment for square bass strings? What if the putative Alien Megastructure is worse in terms of the social than a NYC subway car? Get thee to a woded cabin.