On the day he died I scrounged around for the music. The vinyl of Thriller and Bad are sealed within a staircase of boxes. No CDs or MP3s. Finally, the Off the Wall cassette (!) bought in Tokyo in the early ’90s. In the slot, ker-chunk. The tape stutters to the end of the spool […]
…be televised. The slogan much bandied about recently comes from Gil Scott-Heron‘s magnificent “proto-rap”. It was a prescient line: in Iran, television is a state apparatus. The uprising was cell-phoned, youtubed, tweeted and aggregated by private users and technologies. fyi: lyrics at the youtube page.