The Cosmic BG-ROM Exhumes… Janelle Monáe’s “Dirty Computer”

Dirty Computer … this synesthetic venture through the ArchAndroid’s akashic record, despite any and all attempts at erasure, remains an impenetrable audio-visualized experience of the rogue post-robotic mediatrix’s life lived … to the fullest extralegal extent of natural order. This record, feels like excavation, reveals by vivisection, and establishes through manifest reverie, Monáe’s living mnemonic…

Ciao Manhattan… Sunset Genesis in the Living Lens of Perfect Illusion

Three years later: Perfect Illusion; welcome to the new testament. ^ #literallytheonlyfeaturedreferencedirectlyexplainingwhatanyofthatmeans Perfect Illusion, as its own release is a mirror, an aural gaze inside the disco boulder of sonic self-realization. Building scene from a grain of salt, mother of pearl emerging from this her world oyster, three lifetimes later emerges the post-pressurized diamond, setting…

The Hills are Alive… with the sound of muses

I riffed on The Sound of Music tribute at The 87th Annual Academy Awards Ceremony for ten minutes and twenty-eight seconds: this is the verbatim transcription… So it would seem the hills are alive with the sound of music… the Hollywood Hills to be exact, this night, this beautiful night, Oscar Sunday… and amidst all…

Vinyl Cut Prose: “Pneumatose”

I date many things… cities, sounds, dreams. These things happen. When I date sounds, it is a full-stop courtship: get to know their interests, their background, their dreams, with whom they engage, do they have siblings, where do they post up to get down – can they read. These things. Eventually, the dalliance fades and…