I love to listen in solitude, with headphones because the external sound interferes, trying to catch the sound that keeps the rhythm, with my feet feeling the whole sound system, in search of the alien melody that can only be found after repeated listens. Here lies the charm that many ears reject, not defining it as music, a definition perhaps well accepted by the composer.
Anyway, if I'm not mistaken, we are in 2008 and I haven't listened to the album in a while Ryoji Ikeda - Test Pattern #1101 - 2008