Electrobel

Description

It's an attempt to capture the sharp and hard edges of a lsd-trip in sound.

I live on a street where there are many, many cars and trucks and factories that pump and bang and grind all night and day. It is a miracle that I can write poetry or sleep or talk on the telephone or that my lover will visit me here.

There is so much noise.
Every few minutes a jet in comes in low or a prop job swings down like a kamikaze. There is an airport at the end of my street. The New Age people say that you choose all these things, choose the cars and trucks and airplanes, me and all of my neighbors.

Well, maybe this is true, maybe we can't live without all this God damn noise. Maybe I need the noise to write poems, make love, and eat.
I'm going to hang a sign out my window that says :
"More Noise Please", or "Thank You For Making Noise!"

(Steven Jesse Bernestein, as sampled by Future Sound of London)

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