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i've been relistening to jonny greenwood's bodysong for the first time in year(s), and it's really blowing my mind. what an incredible record.
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seriously, bodysong is so good. on re-evaluation, it may be my favorite of his works. leans on the experimental side without falling apart or venturing into boredom.
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thomas yorke and markus pritchard... i felt that neither one brought their best to the table on tall tales. my first impression is that they were both pretty lazy with it. there are moments, but mostly, it's pretty dull.
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Atrahasis by Octotrip / Leïla Martial / Anisssa Nehari

it's been one of those years that've felt pretty abysmal for new music - at least as far as what resonates with me. there are a few releases i've enjoyed and i assume will continue to grow on me over time, but nothing stopped me dead in my tracks until this'ne. leila martial's vocal acrobatics set against brazen brass ensemble is fire, and pairing martial's experimental approach with anissa nehari's unorthodoxy is just as heavenly. i'm still riding the high after listening to it for the first time. stumbling onto this gem was such a joy. will dive back in soon.
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ı am ulıv, dispıt mı absents in þis pôrt uv tōn. wun dā, pęrhaps sumdā sūn, ıß wil kunçribyūt sumþiņ mor mēniņfōl.
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i feel old these days. the dreams of my youth were more outlandish by several orders of magnitude, but i find my dreams today all the more unattainable, despite their smaller stature, such as getting out of bed or clocking into this banal job for the umpteenth time. i neither feel quite rested nor fully awake. the days pass by like floats at the parade. i scarcely remember most of them. i feel curmudgeonly in ways i wish to feel youthful.

i fear my children will never obsess over "great albums" the way i did when i was younger, or who am i kidding, the way i do now. i also rejoice in that. we watched the reels off of films we loved and memorized every line. we knew every note to ok computer by heart. we wasted so much time relearning lessons until they were etched deep into our souls. how quickly that's become irrelevant. my children don't watch the same film twice. will they skip past the songs that challenge them? will they appreciate the time that goes into honing these skills? autotune and pitch correction have marred so much of the recent years of pop music. is it only a matter of time before a.i. wrecks what little soul is left? will we all create our little fantasy worlds where we upload our scripts to a.i. and let them create the movies and soundtracks we fancy and seclude ourselves deeper into isolation?

we are already so alone. is it going to get worse?

when the governments begin to employ a.i. to deceive us in mass, when greedsters decide it's more profitable to perpetuate fake music and paintings and films, when half of us are unemployed because technological innovations make us redundant, when it is easier to put on the headset and disappear into our own little fantasy worlds where we don't have to face reality, what then?

the album i've been hooked on lately is yom's le rhythme du silence. i have to add this to the db as it was probably a top ten album of twenty-twenty-five for me. i found angry prayer especially compelling and listened to it on repeat while lobbing accusations around. it's worth listening to if you've ever had the audacity to tell god to be reasonable.

i'm going to bed now.
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