The act of screwing previously recognizable music
is an intentional act of sabotage upon the defining shackles of accepted time
management. The concept of time is taught to us at a very young age in order to
stifle our innate desire to play and wander and roam and explore life, and is
the beginning of tethering our human existence to the mechanistic expectations
of productivity. The creative act of song composition, as originally done, was
potentially a shot at breaking free of these confines, but generally speaking
if you’ve heard a song from back in the day, it was already compromised and
perverted by the materialistic and exploitative actions of the music industry.
Why would anyone make an “industry” of music? What a horrible idea.
Taking this original composition and then further fucking
it up, altering the speeds at which it is heard adds nuance, and also resists
the notion that an accepted standardized length is the only one acceptable. The
single beginning length can be altered longer or shorter (longer is always
better in my opinion, it jibes with my personality which has been baked into
loving sloth by the southern humidity for over four decades). It is often
argued that the human mind won’t be able to handle time travel, because we are
three-dimensional creatures (x-axis, y-axis, z-axis… so firm in this belief we
make them the end of our alphabet) and time travel is a fourth-dimension, where
you exist along multiple points on the time continuum. I’d suggest even further
that true transcendence of three-dimensional slavery is to accept there are no
longer even points on that space-time continuum, to be charted like a colonizer’s
map, but instead just the full oneness of time itself. This is the abolition of
time, and true freedom. Fuck your clocks, and fuck your appointments, and fuck
your expectations that I be “on time”. I am always on time, simply by being
alive.
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