Musings on visualized music… observations in linguistic rhythm of sound over time… a random collection of audio-visual points I’ve viewed… just the work of a scribe pop-birthed in the age of total request life… shift the station, reign the channel.
Acoustic distortions so tangible you can taste them, mood so trippy one can’t help but stumble down the proverbial rabbit hole into Miles’ mindset at its most marvelously maniacal…
Feels like the verge of something… big, bigger than before… all the other befores… so you take five, and indigo shade the blinds… into your scene, active suspense caught in an ephemera… rhythmic realities of the dream within a dream…
Beneath the vivid quick cuts lies the grey ghost undercurrent of entertainment media in a Warholian pop world: the triangle relationship between the voyeur, the exhibitionist, and the anybody before the computer screen…
Personified amalgam of 1987, Baltimore, Atlanta, DC, Manhattan, London, Los Angeles and Millennial pop culture. Language artist within a capacity, percussionist by passion, Pop savant by preordination, media scholar by dictate of academician artisans and scientists, and music culture scribe by necessity. I freelance life.
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