The last 5 seconds of : "The Ballad Of Dorothy Parker", "Forever In My Life", "U Got The Look" and "Strange Relationship",
...they never fail to make me fantasize about the possible many seconds left of jamming there could be on the multi-track tapes. Now that's saliva-inducing.
I mean, Prince, the only guy who makes you go: "Hey, I want more!". Hence the understandable weaknesses (addiction...) of some orgers, who think the Vault should suffer of permanent flood (at least "while they're still alive") and leak forever. Like Prince's music had no value.
Prince's work in the eighties may be the only reason artists with a purpose "attacked" majors and MTV in the nineties, by giving them (and us) nothing but ethic records to publish. He woke everyone ethics up (Nevermind, Debut, The Fat Of The Land, Parklife, Automatic For The People, Zooropa, The Chronic (and all Dre's protégés masterpieces), OK Computer, One Hot Minute, Odelay, Ray Of Light, Blue Lines...), by remembering them what the level should be. Strings pad should be real strings ensembles. Or a least played as such. Lyrics come from real places. Ass-wiggling is much harder than it sounds. Guitars can't lie. Neither does the stage. Pop music got so unbelievably low quality in the eighties.
In the nineties, the usual shit was still selling tons, but at least the charts got their sixties flavour ; artists took musical risks that suprisingly ended up in the charts simply because the kids still had a rage against the machine, an inner world. They were less distracted, they could still focus for 45 minutes, and listen to an artist's statement in its entirety. Maybe audio quality was better, it's simply that. 128k ruined all of the ears and brains.
I dunno, maybe it was the last decade before the iPod® comes in and destroys the concept of an album, declaring long immersions in music secondary (a fucking paradox). Jobs didn't really care for music, did he. Look at the demo: he zaps through songs. He's really saying "tomorrow, you'll just share 20 seconds of music with a friend to persuade him the song is good" (but s.he won't care because s.he'll be busy doing the same). In the sixites, heck, in the eighties, a friend would come by, and we would chat over albums. Once the needle is laid, you have twenty minutes.
Nowadays we have to steal these moments from ourselves, the rat race doesn't allow for you to sit down for an hour with your eyes closed and your headphones on, that's a luxury.
Kid, you'd rather have video and interaction at the same time, now that's entertainment, isn't it. You were trained this way. In Panic for substance, but substance is what you don't pay attention to, so naturally your need for things and new experiences is constant, because your hunger will never be truly satisfied if you don't take time to taste your meal. Binge-listening, binge-viewing (actually this one's not bad, check it out).
and that's the state Silicon Valley thinks you should be permanently in. We're getting poorer and poorer in the process.
But SKipper forced Lovesexy CD's buyers to take an hour of their time, or leave it. Talk about "extended version"!
The very first digital music hacker, Ladies and Gents. As soon as 1988. Damn, Christopher.
Who the fuck do you think this is? I'll kick your ass... twice
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No Child's a failure
Until the Blue Sailboat sails him away from his dreams
Don't Ever Lose, Don't Ever Lose
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