This Playstation commercial has stayed with me ever since it first astonished me by coming on the telly in 2000, grandly weirder than anything else out there. It’s both inspirational and depressing. “Land on your own moon.”
Flip through multiple “TV channels” and watch different shows lip sync the song in its entirety.
Wow. Wow wow wow.
Silver Apples live in Los Angeles, 1968. “In this shot you can see I have the oscillators mounted horizontally in plywood along with echo units, wah pedal, and so on. Here I am playing the ‘lead’ oscillator with my right hand, keying in rhythm oscillators with my elbow on the telegraph keys, changing the volume on an amp with my left hand, and singing. This was typical.” via retronaut
it is sharper than the sharpest dagger,
cutting swift and deep into our innermost thoughts
and desires with all their parts, exposing us for what we really are.
Market researchers stud the flow of crowds like sea stacks
Waiting for the waves’ reply;
Waiting for their next respondent
as each new tide rises, hurried,
moving onwards, passing by.
Someone called for information/
Someone devised a survey plan/
Someone was sent to divine the public
will from polite refusals,
in the High street,
as the rain began.
O researchers - leave your clipboards,
read the data in their eyes.
They, like you, do not know who set the questions
Or in whose hands the answer lies.