Good Night

this neat little description is featured on the last page of the booklet for my copy of the Beatles' White Album, which i'm about to sell to a random guy through Craigslist for $10:

The Compact Disc Digital Audio System offers, on a small convenient sound-carrier, state-of-the-art sound reproduction. The Compact Disc's superior performance is the result of laser-optical scanning combined with digital playback, and is independent of the technology used in making the original recording.
For best results, apply the same care in storing and handling Compact Discs as you would with conventional records. No cleaning will be necessary if the Compact Disc is always held by the edges and is replaced in its case immediately after playing. Should the Compact Disc become soiled with fingerprints, dust or dirt, it can be wiped (always in a straight line, from center to edge) with a clean, soft, dry, lint-free cloth. No solvent or abrasive cleaner should ever be used. If you follow these suggestions, your Compact Discs will provide a lifetime of pure listening enjoyment.

i guess i just wanted to officially say goodbye to CDs. though my very first albums were cassette tapes, CDs were definitely my preferred music medium for many years. i didn't build up an absurdly immense collection, but over the years i did eventually gather about 100 of my favorites. i played them on my little aiwa CD player, which i took absolutely everywhere (making sure to turn up skip protection all the way). when i started driving, i always had 5-10 constantly changing CDs in my glove compartment.

eventually though, sometime in high school, i switched exclusively to playing digital files on the computer. still, i always loved and still do love owning a physical copy of my favorite art. but guess what, vinyl packaging is vastly superior to CD packaging. so i started buying used records.

to this day, i militantly encourage everybody to illegally download like fucking crazy and then support the artist by either a) attending shows or b) buying vinyl.

goodbye CDs. you treated me well, but i don't need you anymore.

bridge to nowhere

riding down 80, tires leaking slowly, questioning existence on a bridge to nowhere.

re: rusty electronics

you remind me of not too long ago, of coca cola, of zombies, of royalty, of synthesizers, of metals not on the periodic table.

rusty electronics

Beat 01 by chriscaceres
i'm warming up...reviving the synths...trying to get creative energies going, feeling very 80s and electropop. just a demo of a work in progress, feedback appreciated.

blurry beginning

a blurry image stretches out before you of a black and white canine smiling a silly grin, your eyes don't have time to blink before you process the pixels, criticize the crystals, exorcise your exit, stating your opinion, I like it! or I don't like it... but your momma told you don't say nothing if you don't got nothing good to say, so you keep your mouth shut up, not even two seconds have passed before you've surfed across three continents, the blurry image brushed out of your mind like a blown winter coat, but some day some time some way down the road, you'll be walking in the real world and you'll see a creature trotting on the silver-matted ground and even though you may not realize it, you'll realize it, that's it, it before you, the thing you saw, so long ago, the stretchy face with the silly grin, the dog, the picture, the digital spin, the upload, the art, the modern piece of shit farce, the grin, A+, the best digital joke you never laughed at.