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Chimes prompt that which is oncoming: The flickered fonts of crisp text on noir backdrop, piano music accompanied by swelling strings and low-attack pads climbing up the back, like little children hopping into their Mommy-sacks. Shapes, reconfigured, edges sharp but smooth. Unfolding like fans, crumpling like paper, the voids providing temporary comfort from the onslaught of forms. I take some peace between the aged brick walls of this comic book store, reading computer magazines dated far past their prime. Antiquated technology advertising the latest and greatest — of then. It's even more of a comfort to see how a lot of it turned out. Plastic wrap sealing artifacts, thrift stores (overlapping with this) like museums. A childhood captured, set free, forgotten, then remembered again. When games had a single screen and no scrolling; but you had to keep moving anyway. I wonder about imaginary vector lifeforms, and what "vintage" would look like to them. I think of the energies between these spaces, of a bouquet of roses growing in the open that many are too out-of-sync to appreciate. It's right there, on the ground floor, and it keeps getting walked past. (WHAT IS GETTING MISSED HERE??) I'm happy for the history that's been kept: the local BBSes of yesterday leading into the Internet of today, resolutions expanding into oceans of widescreen, the nostalgia train that keeps passing me by. And I do still ride it, regularly. |
Sighmatics
2007-12-09









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Hey Torley, just seen this at the Channel frederator, it´s a watermelon music video, very funny
http://libsyn.com/media/frederator/TMM_20071206.m4v
Haha, that's a great video!
"Watermelon Nights" has quickly become a favorite; it's genius. LIQUID GENIUS! *sings and grooves to it*