odradek

Aeneas, take care. Aren't you sad? Have you read yourself? Yes, yes, I'm going. My goodness, what a pity.

My joy, what should I treasure? A hysterical reaction? I didn’t mention you because YOUR self-righteousness was already quite eloquent and because I wanted to avoid YOUR pathetic cry for help that you’ve already thrown out as a persecuted one. That you’ve decided to abandon, after several attempts that were indeed truly pathetic, your crusade (of course, you didn’t use the term snob, but the metaphysical mind games sound like a synonym, darling) seems like a good thing to me. That it’s YOU who draws the unbridgeable line that transforms opinions into judgments about people, then always surpassing it, is funny, but even this is tolerable. Ridiculous figures? Everywhere? If you seek the stage, expect some boos, especially from the audience that appreciates your talent, my joy. Get used to it. That I quoted a very recent listening, talking with ZiOn, who had spoken of genius and here of self-harm, what is it, an insult to your public Majesty? That you urge someone you just described as a simpleton to treasure your irritable word is a worthy conclusion. How boring. And also a bit pathetic. But are you really like this?

Jim, I didn’t think you were so reckless. But don’t go overboard, don’t listen to him in the car. Not just for the Clio, but also for the effect that the good Wanderer is already experiencing...

However, the issue of the belt is a useful warning for those who have a car already worn out. Fortunately, without a CD player...

I knew it would end here. And that we were waiting for the stasis of the conversation for a closing that should sound witty. The rants, less metaphysical, that go on for 400 posts about issues of absolute irrelevance twisted in every way just to talk, are certainly more interesting. Proposing, for once, a different way to approach sound is the act of snobbish onanists. Of course, then the snobbery of others comes out, followed by a biased and senseless opposition with some examples of healthy simplicity, and then the twisting around some term to demonstrate the usual verbose skill. Ugh. How boring the non-boredom at all costs. On to the next little joke.

Josi, so the samples are from Innenklavier?

But you don't have to shout, ZiOn. Neither at the masterpiece nor at the fire, at the fire! No one shouted here, for example. And one thing doesn’t exclude the other. (Then, all this enthusiasm for the latest D.M.....) We're talking about different things, different interests. Thus, different listening attitudes. And enough, once and for all, please, with the hasty definitions: convoluted exercises in style? They are just sounds, produced in that singular way, that only ask to be heard, having been unheard until that moment. No one is saying that they should be considered masterpieces for that reason (But can we acknowledge that there exists a sound world where things happen that we simply aren't used to considering? Point) Nor that if you decide to dedicate 38 minutes to an apparently monotone sound, you can't put on the table the latest from Coldcut (when will you write yours about that album? You're already late, and it would be interesting to hear where you stand, since it has divided the fans in two...)

That was exactly what I meant. I just said it, Gabbox, here, did it. Of course, in Lecce today, I see it’s tougher. And not for some kind of prejudice. Let's just say because I know a bit about the differences? I don’t know, Ege, see, I wasn’t wrong saying you did well to vent here, right? I think, dear Ege, it wouldn't be a bad idea to contact the old Gab...

I can give a 5 here to the song that Tivàn (a newcomer, am I wrong?) put in his profile? You know, I don't remember who sang it, even though I've listened to it (and sung it) to the point of exhaustion in a past life? Well, I'll give it a 5.

@ ZiOn: I’m speaking to you as someone astonished that your presentation and definition corresponded here to samples. But I repeat, this is not a controversy. I know Autechre and many others. This is truly another world. It’s like entering into a sound fabric and being in its texture, magnified, like microbes in a cosmic space corresponding to an infinitesimal surface of your t-shirt. Perhaps for them too, it’s an "indigestible" experience.