Early in the morning, before I remove my mask and face the pain of solar radiation and subsequent retinal damage, I dream of the future. I ponder on Einstein's theories which allow for time travel. I consider harnessing the power of an exploding neutron star to power my travel through time.
I weigh my options between going back to view alien lifeforms teaching the Egyptians how to build hydrogen-fueled powerplants (some call them pyramids) and distribute power wirelessly (Tesla later figured this out, but that is another story).
However, I think I'd prefer to warp into the future and witness Tomorrow's World. Listen to this new band which consists of a member from New Young Pony Club, and the other from Air. As evidenced, analog circuitry will exist in the future, as it resonates with an imperfect humanity.
Sometimes, early in the morning, the ocean calls to me. She calls to me. Sometimes, I sit and dream of the old times down by the bay. These guys, Metronomy, have brought me back.
All I need in my music is a simple drum beat, some deep bass, and some easy keyboard lines. This is it. This is The Bay.
Minimalism is fun. Only after all components of a circumstance, a storyline, or a song, have been removed, save the essentials, can you truly know where you stand.
Cult behavior is so intriguing to me. It can be argued that sometimes there is a fine-line between cult behavior and organizational socialization. If a company, for example, influences your ideals, goals, morales, objectives, etc., at what point could they ask you to do something you wouldn't normally do and you would do it? Would you overtly lie to somebody? Would you withhold information from somebody else which could potentially cause them to leave the organization? Would you exclude somebody, would you cutoff family and friends from communication with you?
All organizations are dangerous for this reason -- all individuals must not lose their identity or blindly follow anything or anyone. We must always keep our minds independent and cautious.
This song is by a band called Cults. The song is simple and very good.
It is no secret that I have kids. Can you believe that? The currator of Ohm's Law is a human! 3 boys, to be exact. All young.
From their earliest years, I have tried to teach them the importance of listening to good music. When each one of them were babies, I would sing them Kraftwerk - Neon Lights on a nightly basis. When Yo Gabba Gabba introduced them to Mark Mothersbaugh, I started listening to Devo in the car. The result? 3 Kraftwerk fans, 3 Devo fans. 3 fans of analog.
My youngest son is now 4 (bottom photo). He has enjoyed analog his entire life, but now he is addicted to the analog tones which originate from the camp of La Roux.
Looking to the future, I am not concerned they will get involved with drugs, or something equally stupid, as they seem too smart for that type of behavior. However, sometimes, late at night, when my defenses are down, I worry that they will turn their backs on analog.
This is my youngest son's favorite song this week:
I sat at my desk yesterday waiting... waiting for entertainment. Across the sea, a friend and colleague, Colin, heard my silent cry for help and posted this.
From Sweden, may I present you with Those Dancing Days...
