I miss making mixtapes. I mean the medium itself and all the dinky little maneuvers involved. Popping out the two plastic bits at the top of the cassette always felt like triumphantly uncorking a bottle of champagne. One of my favorite tricks was the anti-segue, the extreme turn from something placid to a brutal piece of noise. In that spirit, I think Mr. Branca deserves the assignment. Not that this one isn't beautiful on its own terms. Just not in a very maternal sort of way. Yesterday, as an experiment, I put this on for my morning commute to see if, by some reverse logic, it would lighten my mood. No sir, it did not.Glenn Branca - Symphony No. 5 - Second Movement
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