When the signal sets the faint young boys into motion, each sings along to remix himself while the strobe light makes of him a chronograph.
Loops made of displaced pop songs arrive again and again amidst rhythms and bass, movements of the body and cinematic reveries of composite sex and revolution that stretch indefinitely into the pulsing of the lights.
Later, the faint young boys will disperse into another night of twinkling razor wire, each pulling a coat tighter against the cold that creeps along planes of sweat, head filled with the dissolving ghosts of pop songs, traversing alleys along the silent geometry of the cracking towers.
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This is from the new sequence. It's moved out of the past and into a somewhere between present and future.
Lately I've been listening to lots of dance music. The faint young boys are derived from the people who stand around at Boiler Room TV streams during performances... like this one by Karenn (Blawan & Pariah):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WU0k08fGBdk
which is massive, if you like this sort of music. Must. Be Loud.
I used this because of the surveillance camera mediation. But it's not exactly the sound I had in mind for the piece--I was thinking something more house--but it's better than most things.
Feel free to remix this.
Enjoy.
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reads like film*
Th future is indeed recombinant. Things could become very interesting before I die.
Excellent and impossible to peg work, Stephen.
thanks much for the reads (the listening option you can thank me for)...
i was thinking it might be fun for folk to remix/reprocess this if they feel so inclined...
I can FEEL that third section. I can feel it.