Central Park tonight

Some enchanted evening. Room full of roses. How high the moon. For some reason it broke my heart, watching an elderly man slowly type the songs from his youth into a search box. As I walked through the park tonight, I wondered what I’ll search for when I’m grey and clutching a cane. Maybe I’ll be looking for Autechre and Basic Channel and Plastikman, the music that sounded like the future to me. Even now, I find myself craving the days when a 303 sounded like it contained all the mysteries and possibilities of the world.

Fuse v. Plastikman – Krossover

Krossover | Minus, 1999 | More
Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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