art is dead until it decides to wake up
Last week at Touch30. Listen here.
Not quite white noise, more like an amplified resonance of the immense inevitability of this 30-year-old-and-still-prescient proposal. The short length was both dictated by scheduling, and a want to comment on the endemic compulsion towards impatient entertainment and euphoric haze we seem to be experiencing.
The end sample, “Couldn’t this lengthy therapy be replaced by tranquilising drugs?”, is an ode to our current conundrum: a personal mission of self-enlightenment in an increasingly complex equation (and yes, we’re all on our own on this one), versus a visceral need for sheer relief.
The 3 bonus seconds are there simply as a requiem to our over-reaching expectations.