Here's a little taster bit in English where I'm asked about the state and status of the future in music, are things as retromaniacal as they were the book was spurred into being....
"I think since I wrote the book there has been a discernible increase in music of “future” talk, rhetoric about the future or imagery of the future. However often it seems to involve a kind of recycling of old (often 1980s, or 1970s) ideas of “futuristic.”
Been following the discussion around Holly Herndon's new one with some interest - appreciate the uptick in future-talk - her coinage of the phrase "science fiction politics" - etc.
So in a vote of confidence in Da Phuture, I did buy Platform, even though hearing it on Spotify a few times it didn't really click. Felt a bit clinical and overloaded... and yes, an agglomeration of future-y sounds from the last 20 or 30 years - glitch, Laurie Anderson, Enya, "Windowlicker" - taken to a new pitch of density. Digimax.
Listening some more on the big stereo, it's certainly impressive.... "sound design" wise, compositionally.... But I'm not sure I could quite describe the sensation I'm receiving as pleasure.
Britt Brown's (highly positive) cover story in The Wire nicely conveyed her wonk-ish quality... the sense of a technocrat looking for progressive solutions... (see this piece on 10 Radical Ideas - and Ideas People - That Inspired Platform) - She comes across a bit like how I'd imagine Chelsea Clinton is like... even looks a bit like her!
Still, as I say, it's good that the Future is on the agenda and, for a change, given this optimistic, can-do-this / we-can-do-better gloss rather than the usual dystopian cyberpunk-redux zzzzz - blue eyes gazing boldly and unblinkingly towards tomorrow
Holly Herndon would be one of the heroes, the cutting-edge thinker types recruited, in Tomorrowland, wouldn't she?
What a steaming mound of dung that was, eh?
A movie about the original conception and creation of Tomorrowland could actually have been interesting.... poignant if it followed its decline...
My nine-year-old enjoyed it but my fifteen-year old pointed out that the plot makes no sense whatsoever.
Unbearably didactic too
The only good joke was the movie poster for ToxiCosmos 3: Nowhere To Go