Off the bike again. The little dots are hot air balloons out there sunning to the north. The world’s central banks are acting in concert, the markets remain unconvinced. The estimable Steve Keen says worse case is 20% out of work and a 10 year haul back to sanity, liquidity and the next fetishistic, amnesiac round of grasping greed. Soundtrack is, sorry, Nick Drake.
But there you be. Shuffle is as shuffle does. I’m beginning to hate it though, after all these years of restless audio fidgets. There was something — and this struck me as the iphone flicked, quick random gesture, to Starman from Ziggy Stardust — there used to be something in the balance and flow of an album (as they were on vinyl, children). Repeated little journeys of remembered sequence, rhythm and emotional response. Shuffle screwed that and replaced the roundness and reason of the considered whole with the sense that while this might be good the next track would be great, and the whole of it settled nowhere and amounted to nothing.
There is a metaphor in there somewhere for the worst of modernity. Fuck it.
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I thought that the Crikey base was in Melbourne?
And so it is. Auburn, gateway to the east on the Alamein line.
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile…
I love Bowie.
Bowie’s that actor guy, right? Man so many actors fancy themselves as rock stars. I liked Bowie in Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence. He was funny playing a schoolboy.
you idiot.
Shyeah, you probably think he was good in Fire Walk With Me.
… weel I did admire Eno’s work in BMX Bandits.