Arab Hertz Club by the 80Kidz.

I’ve always had this thing for associating music with visuals. Not that I’m terrible with names, but I’d more often remember a track for looking like a blue tinged dance floor red eyed rather than saying Bag Raiders, Shooting Star. Not that I go out of my way to think of a music video concept for each one, no, not that commercial.

I remember an uncle of mine, explaining to me why he liked music so much (enough so to be an audiophile about it). How a particular track could come on, and a lot of frivolous things would disappear. It wasn’t so much about how natural the decay of the hi-hat is, or the sound stage, but the moments it’d take him back to.

And I figure that’s what we have? Not that I’m dubbing it as some sort of sickness, but it’s just that, at the rate of how much new music we encounter, people don’t have enough time to assign any signifier to it? It’s sort’ve creating memories with music? Memories that we never get a chance to have, not in this day and age at least.

That being said, this track makes for an interesting one. For the past hour of it on manual voluntary Youtube repeat, I’ve only imagined it to look like one thing, a time lapsed sunrise, digitalized. People coming to life, two, three percent at a time.