I received a text last night from an inspired friend – something to the effect – “I’ll call you later, I am at the Animal Collective show.” That was a gasser. ‘Modern’ communication protocol from an astute music junkie that truly happened. I later went to sleep and the curtains cleared. Dig if you will, this picture dream: I was at a rest home of sorts and AC was playing live. And the geriatrics were dancing away – hands in the air, clapping with smiles on their faces. There’s no shame in that. Electronic collage music ala Rauschenberg meets Grateful Dead trips zone (I actually never went inside a Dead show – just purchased hallucinogens in the parking lot(s).
It brought me back to those years in-between my love for straight stoner rock and disdain for 80’s pop – when I was open to modern sounds, ideas, and movements. Visage was the leader of the new romantic music collective(s). I can hear their influence in so many contemporary songs these days. It warms my heart.
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