Low-Fi.
May 27, 2009
Shuffle through 10 GB of songs and you can’t seem to find one to suit the mood: good lyrics is a must – nothing juvenile, nothing contrived – with beats for headbanging, not tragic, not hesitant, a song that could hold its own, get lost in the folds and valleys, layers and layers to bury, loud enough to drown the quiet and soft enough to fill the tiny spaces.
Noise or just low fidelity?
image courtesy of Masaaki Miyara
Another strange morning where I wish i could close my eyes and pretend:
I don’t exist. I am a thought, quiksilver in memory.
