Speed on and on...
It's fear of death that drives it all.
Obsolescence reminds us of death in some visceral freaked way.
We have no more faith, no more religion, only the driving empty fashion
passion of our own self-indulgent trends.
It's the 18-month computercycle infecting _everything_.
It's fun until you're broke and then you want to scream, a la George Jetson:
"Stop This Crazy Thing!!!!!".
(Those who are cultural illiterates and have no comprehension of the finer
points of the Jetsons should then consult their Coldcut record collections).
Look at synth technology.
Maybe people have had enough of the rush, to a certain extent, as a
counter-revolution is occurring beneath our feet.
The vintage-synth revival, that is, in which classic synths are being
sought after with amazing alacrity and passion, now being bought at sold at
levels exceeding their original pricetags.
Let's not go to excess and break out the Casiotones, however, an aesthetic
crime as deep as wearing bell-bottoms (sorry, Paris, you've lost the ball.
Milano has the vibe now). Shall we never learn from the error of our ways?
Of course, if you can make the Casiotone make interesting noises, sounds it
was never intended for, by overdriving its circuits, or just driving over
its circuits (suitable vehicle not included), then more power to you, you
genius!
Best,
Zenon M. Feszczak
Synthetic Anthropologist
On Now: The Black Dog, "Spanners", which always makes me moody and
philosophical. "Nommo" puts me in an alternate universe.