“Hello, this is my lucky day. A leisurely Sunday drive suddenly downshifts, my prepared tunes muffled by low power steering fluid. Crackling through the radio, a warning of tin cans and busted piano parts mounts ahead blocking the road. who are these passengers I picked up? Their listless Cold War blues emerge off strips of ferric oxide tape, disintegrating integrated circuits. i empathize with parts of all this music! These beautiful tones synthesized from a myriad of failing parts… am I suffering through? Will I die with dignity? I’ll burn rubber at the boundary of the forbidden! it’s not yet the 21st century… I’m getting out while I still can…”
-Jr. Market
“Hello, this is my lucky day. A leisurely Sunday drive suddenly downshifts, my prepared tunes muffled by low power steering fluid. Crackling through the radio, a warning of tin cans and busted piano parts mounts ahead blocking the road. who are these passengers I picked up? Their listless Cold War blues emerge off strips of ferric oxide tape, disintegrating integrated circuits. i empathize with parts of all this music! These beautiful tones synthesized from a myriad of failing parts… am I suffering through? Will I die with dignity? I’ll burn rubber at the boundary of the forbidden! it’s not yet the 21st century… I’m getting out while I still can…”
-Jr. Market
