If we are in the “golden age” of 3.0, 1994 is the “tonal age”. This is a monster only getting stronger. A monastic monster, so disciplined..so poised (yet nascent). This is fresh scorched fauna.. scorched cerebral mega-micro-fauna, laid to rest in its own silent monologue. This is mordent mayhem. The tone is so good, it may never return to planet earth (again). This is the tone of dreams. This biting demonic/seraphic -renewal, which can only be conjugated to the axonic-dendritic potential of shear humanity, is overwhelmingly intelligible and palpable. Umm, but why? Such striking and stunning art that begs the question, why? Why my friends? The “How’s” become easier with chaotic /quantum compression, but listing and counting gets really boring after a while. Counting all of the molecules in drosophila or Trey’s flubs or counting all the words in Macbeth, will provide a deft distribution, with fine ranks and models.. But truly, my good friends, the “why” is the absolute question. Why was it so good? It sounds so necessary. Motivated by what? Motivated or facilitated by …. Maple, Mesa, Paul L, ego, shame, glory… or something more… Up or down it’s up to you!..
I really loved 1994.
