one day in my garden - amon tobin

On the edge of fragile memory lies nostalgia, the most elusive of memory’s protean forms and one beginning to receive critical attention. An admixture of sweetness and sorrow, it expresses a longing for a vanishing past often more imaginary than real in its idealized remembrance. Nostalgia exercised a powerful appeal in the Romantic sentiments of the nineteenth century, tied as it was to regret over the passing of ways of life eroded by economic and social change, a generalized popular enthusiasm for innovation, and rising expectations about what the future might hold. Nostalgia was the shadow side of progress. Memory - The Fragility Of Memory In A Postmodern Age

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Curtis Mayfield

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Domenic Priore: We were trying to figure out what separates the British Invasion groups from the ’60s Garage Punk bands in America that followed, and when you said “they warped it with Chili Dogs” that pretty much says it all.

Shelly Kidd: Well, because that was part of the pop food of the time. See, you could make a complete study of the era by tying in so many different factors: food, fashion, style and music. It’s all inter-related. And that’s why even though the British may have been “better” than the American bands, or should we say “more evolved,” maybe they could play better, but there’s something about the American bands that the Brits will never have, and that’s the Corn Dog, Chili Dog, you know, crud culture that we have and they don’t. And that’s why it became uniquely American. And I’m not gonna compare the Kan Dells “Cry Girl” with “Satisfaction.” One is primitive, one is embryonic. “Satisfaction” is primitive, but it’s evolved. “Cry Girl” is just, it’s almost like in the mud. It’s like they’re covered in mud, they’re so backwards they’re in, like, dirt huts. It’s unbelievable. There’s no Brit band ever who could have done that, you know?

- An Appreciation of bubblegum pop by Domenic Priore in conversation with Shelly Kidd

Curtis Mayfield

DJ Shadow

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

- Douglas Adam

DJ Shadow

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yoshinori sunahara - lovebeat

Dave Bowman: Hello, HAL do you read me, HAL?

HAL 9000: Affirmative, Dave, I read you.

Dave Bowman: Open the pod bay doors, HAL.

HAL 9000: I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.

Dave Bowman: What’s the problem?

HAL 9000: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.

Dave Bowman: What are you talking about, HAL?

HAL 9000: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.

Dave Bowman: I don’t know what you’re talking about, HAL?

HAL 9000: I know you and Frank were planning to disconnect me, and I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.

Dave Bowman: Where the hell’d you get that idea, HAL?

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HAL 9000: Dave, although you took thorough precautions in the pod against my hearing you, I could see your lips move.

- 2001: A Space Odyssey

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listening to: explosions in the sky

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barnback into the little system of his care. All night, the cities, like shimmering novas, tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

- Ted Kooser, Flying at Night.

Explosions in the Sky