Kind of true, I guess, despite so much angst the other way but yes
War On Drugs is just music for people who lke Dylan and Springsteen but hate the politics or can’t deal with the politcs and so they get a facsimile and celebrate it. And the name, har har, because, har, ‘the war on drugs, Nixon, viet – erm, yeah, har ! War on drugs.’.
I once worked in an office in NYC and when I cranked open the courtyard/internal window, and then leaned out a little to get a breeze, the head of Editorial came in very quickly to check I wasn’t going to kill myself. NYC everyone. He previously hadn’t cared much about anything I was doing but there was a trigger.
Well done, society. Well done, postmodernism !
The red light in front of you
Is in front of you
You have no choice
In this matter
have been perusing soundcloud and bandcamp and immersing myself in the strange world of half-drowned nostalgia that is vaporware, this odd genre that exists in liminal spaces and mines 80s and 90s tracks, distorting them out of all recognition. bandpass filters and chopped and screwed beats, limited edition cassette only issues and a sense that the (mainly) Western world of postmodern culture is collapsing into itself. it is unable to sustain its structure, or centre (and of course we go back to the totemic ‘the centre cannot hold’). maybe the centre never could hold. maybe there never was a centre. that is, possibly, what vaporware suggests. more to come on this, i presume, unless i get back into Depeche Mode and forget this whole sorry incident called the ‘2010s.’