Sunday, January 02, 2005
It's a brand new year and my self-imposed media blackout has ended safely. After the election, it seemed that the only way to protect my sanity was to shun NPR, banish WBAI and the Pacifica radio network, and hide my head in a sonic cave built out of only the most crystalline 80s pop music (like Echo and the Bunnymen) and any 21st century equivalents (like the Postal Service and Paco). It was either that or have to confront the reality of Bush's re-election. Yes, I'll have to go back into hiding briefly during the inauguration, but it shouldn't last too long. And music continues to be my panacea. Even the day or so after the nightmare of Kerry's concession, I was brought out of my stupor by the rapper Blueprint, who has sampled a familiar snippet of electronica in a track called "Bleach." Rapidly searching my memory banks while listening to the song on WNYU, I finally identified the sample as a theme from the "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" soundtrack, and suddenly my brain was flooded with a recalled sense of wonder experienced while watching the end of that movie for the first time in the the theater. That's what keeps us going folks, our wonder, and as Howard Devoto wrote in "A Song from Under the Floorboards," our irritation.