Monday, October 12, 2009

There is no pilot

I am amazed and grateful that someone actually took me up on my crazy request! So now I've got vocoders running all through my brain. Which first took me me here. Which then took me to Big Science proper. Which reminded me how much I love this opening track—the funk almost surgically removed from the saxophone riff, the lyrical dread transmuted into playful, detached bemusement.

I am totally with Mrs. Lou Reed on planes going down as an archetypal site for the absurdity of modern life. But more than that—and call me a Luddite—but I still can't find my way to seeing air travel as something normal, however much the everydayness of it creates the impression of normality. Feels like a human offense worse than oil rigs or power plants. And yet so bureaucratic that it's almost entirely without style. So when it goes wrong, you may as well accent the ridiculousness of everyone involved. And with that, T-minus 2 weeks to liftoff.

Laurie Anderson - From The Air

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