Saturday, April 30, 2005
drum machinessssssss
last night, people kept passing me wine. mixmaster mike, I heard, forgot that scratching was art. but, our heroes brought logic from Venezuela to help us forget the sunlight. I ended up having a tipsy conversation with a middle-aged couple I had never met from Chile and Peru in a swanky restaurant about political representation of the subaltern in texas and mexican futurism. they were nice.
our friend in synthesizers, Philip Sherburne went to Mexico to experience when shiny machines and people with remixed evolutionary cells in their bodies intermingle. plus, theres purty pictures.
