There's another site out there with pictures of the abandoned buildings. Something about it is incredibly compelling and sad; almost like looking at a modern-day Pompeii. People who were children back when this happened go back there and spray-paint messages to former classmates on the walls of their elementary schools, trying to contact them or just to say they're still still around.
I also saw on a:60 Minutes segment a few years ago that the gov't pipes music into various parts of the city, where apparently there are still some people working--this is to keep them from going insane from the silence.
This has got to be a joke. Wired is really scraping bottom with this. Worse yet, the PR flacks at Apple are giggling their asses off: They've managed to revive some of the hysteria that accompanied the Walkman's introduction in c. 1981. Wired (and the general public, it would seem) have swallowed this ploy hook, line, and sinker.
"the aesthetic was in the cover of the record. You had the sleeve, the artwork, the liner notes. With the rise of digital, the aesthetic has left the object -- the record sleeve..."
Wow. This guy is quite the sage.
"The aesthetic has moved from the disc to what you play it on"
Most rap is inane, bellicose garbage with precious little variety, both lyrically and aurally. I'm not a rap musicologist, but I think Run DMC did it best, and with the most intellect--and that was 1983.
DJ'ing is a complete joke. I find it hilarious to see prepackaged 'DJ starter kits' for 14 year-olds. As if the 90s stigmatized learning to actually play an instrument enough with tone-deaf music and creatively bankrupt lyrics, now we have this. Just sync tempos and you'll go far.
I'd feel pretty ripped off going to see a musical where all of the music came from a bunch of synth modules.
Unfortunately, this type of screwup is a good thing. I've read way too many glowing, breathless reviews of absolute CRAP books, and was beginning to suspect the fix was in on these reviews...especially the reviews of those inane, fluffy 'financial-self-help' and marketing/management books.
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There's another site out there with pictures of the abandoned buildings. Something about it is incredibly compelling and sad; almost like looking at a modern-day Pompeii. People who were children back when this happened go back there and spray-paint messages to former classmates on the walls of their elementary schools, trying to contact them or just to say they're still still around.
:60 Minutes segment a few years ago that the gov't pipes music into various parts of the city, where apparently there are still some people working--this is to keep them from going insane from the silence.
I also saw on a
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This has got to be a joke. Wired is really scraping bottom with this. Worse yet, the PR flacks at Apple are giggling their asses off: They've managed to revive some of the hysteria that accompanied the Walkman's introduction in c. 1981. Wired (and the general public, it would seem) have swallowed this ploy hook, line, and sinker.
"the aesthetic was in the cover of the record. You had the sleeve, the artwork, the liner notes. With the rise of digital, the aesthetic has left the object -- the record sleeve..."Wow. This guy is quite the sage.
"The aesthetic has moved from the disc to what you play it on"
Yeah. Unlike, say, the boombox...
She's quite critical during White House press conferences.
Most rap is inane, bellicose garbage with precious little variety, both lyrically and aurally. I'm not a rap musicologist, but I think Run DMC did it best, and with the most intellect--and that was 1983.
DJ'ing is a complete joke. I find it hilarious to see prepackaged 'DJ starter kits' for 14 year-olds. As if the 90s stigmatized learning to actually play an instrument enough with tone-deaf music and creatively bankrupt lyrics, now we have this. Just sync tempos and you'll go far.
I'd feel pretty ripped off going to see a musical where all of the music came from a bunch of synth modules.
Ah well. This, too, shall pass.
Unfortunately, this type of screwup is a good thing. I've read way too many glowing, breathless reviews of absolute CRAP books, and was beginning to suspect the fix was in on these reviews...especially the reviews of those inane, fluffy 'financial-self-help' and marketing/management books.