REWIRE YOURSELF
I don’t get it, I admit it. Possibly I’m the wrong person to try to figure it out since I don’t even understand why people watch TV anymore. But I try. It started on the streets of New York, certain ethnic groups carrying huge portable cassette-radios blaring discoshit along the sidewalks.
Sound Escape
REWIRE YOURSELF
by
Richard Robinson
I don’t get it, I admit it. Possibly I’m the wrong person to try to figure it out since I don’t even understand why people watch TV anymore. But I try.
It started on the streets of New York, certain ethnic groups carrying huge portable cassette-radios blaring discoshit along the sidewalks. It got so painful that even the politicians passing by in their limos heard it. And promptly made it more or less illegal to disturb others with such cybernetic displays.
But even today there are ’still types out with it. Mainly young black males, some young hispanic males, somehow needing to attract attention by lugging 10 or 15 pounds of mylar chrome through the streets pounding out a distorted boogie. It makes me want to ask, hey man, why? But I don’t ask, I value my life more than my eardrums. And when I’m in electronic stores and see these guys come in for a new set of batteries, watch how they make the transaction like they were standing on a street corner dealing a nickel bag, well, a discussion about slavery to Duracell technology doesn’t seem fruitful.