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Release Date: 2017-05-02Label: Mom Radio
"In our current McState©®† of conquestocracy, a highway is no longer merely a path or means, but a destination and ends in itself. Whereas a warehouse filled with iPads stripped for parts and then stuffed with weights for fraudulent refunds is but a pond, i95 is a raging sea of spiritual conductivity through which expired consumerist subjects are re-animated and jettisoned toward ever-increasing prosperity. The driver testimonials demonstrate this spiritual significance. For example: “I love hanging out on i95 because the coffee is great and there are lots of cute little shops.” We’ve all been heard saying similar things about the highways that take us from one self-optimization point to another, and you might even say there’s nothing wrong with that. You might even say that we are all one entity, and you might be right--but you are almost certainly wrong.The full-amenitied and thunderbolt-compatible rest stop gives you a positive culture, while the gas station media-while-you-pump screens provide lifestyle choices to fit your needs. Things used to be simpler in the binary days, but now the heterogenous cascading of violence and pacification illuminates and blinds like the wheels of a rollerblade reflecting strobe rays across a dim circular tract we're all treading in perpetuity. Gone are the days of point A, point B, exhibit 1, the need to consider the needs of others, etc.
So let’s start HERE by delivering a promise of a fluid consciousness shift NOW, prying the gummy mind from its squishy adherence to the s-quo infinitum. From here, THEN will become a moment displaced, wrenched out from the future and brought hurtling into reality with an overpowering lemon-lime redolence. The sound of @CPowers NOW rides on a wave of re-purposed cultural time and historical space, breaking down both nostalgia and servitude to the moment, a gesture towards redistributing PLACE to those who could really use it. Performed in zero takes and recorded direct to save-as, this file's done and seared to the hot tar pavement at the front of the universal subject's frontal cortex. Kinda like how your boss might say, “Seal in moisture to stay hydrated, my friends.”
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