there are some things that i should be embarrassed to like, but am not. one of them is the killers' debut album hot fuss, which over the years has acquired the status of a sonic comfort object. encountering it always feels like encountering a barely-working transistor radio in the middle of a burned and charred las vegas desert, and brings with it a similar feeling of hope, relief, and regret. the sound so familiar, but so glittering and far away as you hold it to your chest in the middle of the night.
another idea: that muzak in shopping spaces plays a large part in our cultural programming and sense of collective memory. how else could david bowie have such a visceral impact on me?
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- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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