End of 2024, an increasingly accelerated and ephemeral world, inhabited by billions of 'human' beings increasingly connected and empty, hurried, volatile, depressed inside, realized in false paintings on the screens of their dumbphones.
While the planet spins around me at this speed that I don't want to keep up with, I disconnect as best I can. I try not to let myself swallow, I take deep breaths to escape the well-known anxiety attacks while someone says things that I can't distinguish very well because, in the background, the music player left on random starts to whisper a synthesizer intro…
“Remind” grows little by little and suddenly I am saved, transported through the different dimensions I have walked through since I discovered the Hartnoll brothers’ ‘brown record’, a lifetime ago – or several. I automatically continue the trip with “Walk now”, “Monday”, “Halcyon” and (the most Krafwerkian impossible) “Input out”, and then return to the beginning of it all with the Star Trek sample that opens Orbital 2 and thus medicate the sick body, mind and spirit.
Once again I was saved by music. Thank you, Orbital!
Source: https://pequenosclassicosperdidos.com.br/2024/12/19/orbital-orbital-2-1993/
