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Music Review: Random Access Memories

(07/01/13 10:26pm)

It was a full ten years ago when Daft Punk was filling crowded dance clubs rather than wedding DJ playlists. The decade since has seen a blaze of color-by-numbers electronic dance anthems that extinguished much of the oxygen that Daft Punk’s first three studio albums produced. Daft Punk is not subtle on their opinion of the current antiseptic state of EDM; Random Access Memories opens with a marquee track ‘Give Life Back to Music.’ Indeed, any listener has likely been bombarded with noise about Daft Punk’s intentional use of entirely live or analog instrumentation. For a band that made its name hacking, sampling and patching digital sound into soul, their gimmick is undeniably bold.





Defining The Dream

(10/31/12 2:55am)

My sixteenth birthday present from my parents was a new car, the gravity of which is not lost on those well-studied in the classic Americana high school films. My first car was a damn nice one, even compared to my prep school peers: leather, navigation and (this was important to me at the time) a six-cylinder engine. Did I deserve such an expensive boon that would mainly enable me to have less-than-wholesome weekends? I had a good relationship with my parents—good student, involved and down to earth. Even as a good kid, the cost-benefit analysis always bugged me—to the point that I had to ask why during my first college break.



ARTificial Intelligence

(04/19/12 7:43am)

The screen that lay in front of me was utterly empty, a blank space beckoning to be filled. I noticed, looking beneath the screen, a virtual wheel of objects on another monitor. I selected an object that resembled a potted plant shaped from white clay and clicked, generating the plant on screen. With another click, I painted the plant with the image of a tree on a mountainside. Another click, and the plant zoomed off through space. Five minutes later, I had filled the previously empty screen with a surreal smorgasbord of media that would make any Dadaist proud—spinning armoires with video clips projected onto them, shrinking and stretching china sets textured with the image of a farm field and a snippet of text spiraling through my screen reading, “The condensation factor spins out of control.”