I thought I would be working all night, but it was so dead that I left. I rode my bike to the video store and rented Koko the Talking Gorilla. A lot of people seem to be upset how early it gets dark, since the time changed and as we approach the winter solstice. I like how in the city the lights reflect off the clouds. Even when its dark the sky is illuminated. Low light is better than no light, except when its not. Y12 hysteria is in the air. I have taken to wearing my grandfather Bop Bop’s brown leather gloves for bicycling.
When I got home, I found myself panning YouTube for gold. Without realizing what I was even doing, I set about ripping audio from videos of performers covering Radiohead. Pianists, guitarists, orchestras, steel drummers, brass ensembles, marching bands, Japanese garage bands… in a few hours I had assembled a 60 minute mix of the esoteric covers. Then I lay in corpse pose on the floor and listened. The internet is our collective consciousness, a constant background reorganization, like pooled dreams.
“I argue that dreaming is not a parallel state but that it is consciousness itself, in the absence of input from the senses,” said Dr. Rodolfo Llinás, who makes the case in the book “I of the Vortex: From Neurons to Self” (M.I.T., 2001). Once people are awake, he argued, their brain essentially revises its dream images to match what it sees, hears and feels — the dreams are “corrected” by the senses.
This is from the article, “A Dream Interpretation: Tuneups for the Brain.” And this is the Pride of Arizona, playing Airbag, track 5 on my mixtape “OK YouTube.” I like how the leader says to the band, “Relentless… determination. Relentless determination. ON FIRE.”