Category: MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE
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Crypto Repurposed
What you really need in crypto is anarchists. Not the market-driven, “freedom for profit” types who have hijacked the term—you need true highly disagreeable anarchists. People who aren’t here to play the same game with new tools. The blockchain wasn’t meant to be a new way to prop up the old system—it was meant to…
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Motorik
The machine starts slow, a hum. No, a growl. Wheels spinning on the autobahn—rubber burning under tungsten lights. Motorik. They called it motorik. Not a rhythm. Not a beat. A state of being. Steady as a morphine drip, endless as the static on a dead radio channel. This is where it started: Germany, post-war, the…
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The Retro Maelstrom
Bowie’s Final Act in a World of Vintage Chaos David Bowie’s career was built on reinvention, on taking the cream of contemporary styles and spinning them through his black box of creativity to emerge as something that felt entirely new. In the 1970s, this process was electrifying: glam rock filtered through sci-fi androgyny, Philadelphia soul…
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Echoes
The machine never sleeps. It grinds and grinds, fueled by desperate dreams and the endless churn of small-time predators, each sniffing for a hit of the almighty dollar. They’re happy to let me buy in—oh yes, always happy to let me throw my stack into the pot. It’s the illusion of reciprocity, the great snake-oil…
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Waiting for the Flood
Boomers have plenty to say, but let’s be honest—if it’s a video, you’re watching it at 1.5x speed, and if it’s a Substack or a PDF, you’re skimming it at 2x. It’s the only way to bear it. Millennials and Zoomers? You don’t bother—most of them still need to season a bit before they say…
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Dancing in the Panopticon
Somewhere between the last cigarette of the night and the first hit of morning regret, a meme appeared—a meme that hit like a bad trip laced with too much truth. “I would go to clubs if…” it begins, and already we’re hooked, because we would. Oh, we absolutely would. Clubs, after all, are temples to…
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Non Harmonic Tones
Non-harmonic tones don’t play by the rules. They’re outlaws, slipping through the cracks of the harmony, crashing the orderly party of the chord structure. They exist to disrupt, to stir tension, to turn the smooth flow into something jagged and alive. These are the stray dogs of the musical phrase—dirty, hungry, and essential. They come…
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UAPs
The phenomenon of UAPs seems to exist at the edge of human comprehension, always appearing just beyond our current technological grasp. This uncanny ability to stay slightly ahead of the curve suggests that these objects are not merely physical entities but something more intricate, something entangled with the human mind and its evolving cultural framework.…
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Homo Diffusor (Emissarius)
The extension of humanity’s nervous system into the digital realm has created a profound reversal: the individual, once the passive recipient of mass media, now becomes the broadcaster, wielding a Gutenberg galaxy in their pocket. This transformation upends millennia of communication hierarchies, collapsing the distinction between the sender and receiver, the expert and the audience.…
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The Pacific Garbage Patch.
I’m putting all my money in the Pacific Garbage Patch. So long, suckers. The only safe bet left in a world gone mad—floating islands of plastic, bobbing in the radioactive soup of the Pacific, a monument to our excess, our undying tribute to convenience and indifference. Every broker on Wall Street tells me to diversify.…