Je est un autre. Tant pis pour le bois qui se trouve violon. (I is someone else. Too bad for the wood that finds it’s a violin.) -Rimbaud
When I hear drum machines and synthesizers the images that come to mind are of patients in intensive care units attached by tubes to devises that regulate their heartbeats, force oxygen into their lungs, add nutrients to their blood and "manage" their pain. To me these represent the most joyless aspects of modern living, analogous to the way our habitats have evolved into sprawls of pavement constructed with the goal of making life better for our cars than for our children.
Alex Ferris 2001
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