I remember when the future was orange, set to the tune of blip tones and the whirring of tape reels in sterile, climate-controlled rooms.
It was a time when utopian fantasies took a back seat to dystopian nightmares engendered by the collective anxieties of a society trying to find its footing after a period of immense political and cultural upheaval. The only way to escape, if escape was even a possibility, was to return to the green world's ecological alternative to dehumanizing technological processes.
Yet, for all the lip service paid toward a life lived in harmony with nature and the rejection of the synthetic, it was an era marked by contoured plastic, earth-toned polyester, and Brutalist architecture.
It was an interesting time in which to be a kid, that's for sure...
See what I mean?
Raymond Scott - Baltimore Gas & Electric (from Manhattan Research, Inc. 2000) - From the dawn of ambient electronic music.
Gerhard Trede - Technischer Bewegungsablauf (from Electronic Toys: A Retrospective of 70's Easy Listening, 1996) - That's "technical course of motion," for those of you not fluent in deutsch.
Electric Moog Orchestra - Space Symphony (from Music From Close Encounters, 1977) - Ever summer, Maura makes a point of watching Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I'd rather watch paint dry.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
ghosts of a dead future
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Labels: electronica, future, instrumental, moog, nostalgia
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2 comments:
the future is now, but it's all going wrong
I loathed the style, feel, mood and colors (all orange, brown and pale blue) of the 70's.
The clothes were godawful too (except my bell-bottoms & boot-flair pants). Far too much "illustrated" flannel, with rural scenery pictoralized all upside-down & backwards on it for a kid to be forced to wear.
(maybe the clothes were a by-product of being very middle-class - I'd guess lower m.c. income to be honest.)
BUT, the decade was saved by some fantastic music, kick-ass comics, the start of video-games and the influence of way-out-there guys like Jim Henson.
I love his Sesame Street bits.
ThanX for this post.
Chock full of goodness!
~P~
P-TOR
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