Sunday Morning Listening: Switched On Bach by Robert Moog.
Creating a rare trifecta of Sunday Bach mellowness, nostalgic futurism and associations with A Clockwork Orange.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Sunday Morning Listening: Switched On Bach by Robert Moog.
Creating a rare trifecta of Sunday Bach mellowness, nostalgic futurism and associations with A Clockwork Orange.
Switched On Bach by Robert Moog.
Do you mean Walter/Wendy Carlos?
Do you mean Walter/Wendy Carlos?
Heh, I was just coming in to post the same thing.
That is correct!
I'm addled because I wrote a piece on Moog recently and mentioned Wendy Carlos.
Warning: Theremin music is slandered in this profile.
Like convention-bending science fiction authors Samuel Delaney and Norman Spinrad, Robert Moog was a Bronx Science alumnus
Heh, I wonder if it's significant that Kubrick was also a child of the Bronx.
I just watched video of a marching band playing In-a-gadda-da-vida.
So then I needed bleach:
17:04 baby!
I may be interviewing Robyn Hitchcock by phone this Friday morning. What should I ask him?
Ask him what this lyric means:
"If I were man enough I'd come on your stump."
Or not. Wait, didn't Robyn give Pete Buck a cat when Pete was crashing on his floor during the recording of I forget which album? You could ask about the cat....
I may be interviewing Robyn Hitchcock by phone this Friday morning. What should I ask him?
What was the name of the girl in San Francisco who inspired "I'm in Love With a Beautiful Girl"?
What's the American equivalent of Basingstoke?
Why so many songs about bugs and gender dysphoria?