Waiting for Mac DeMarco

„Wait a minute, Mac. Ah... Are you telling me that you built a time machine... out of a song?“ ——— „The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a song, why not do it with some style?“

»Moron!« »Vermin!« »Abortion!« »Morpion!« »Sewer-rat!« »Curate!« »Cretin!« »Crrritic!« Unbind the fetters of thine ears: listen! It's a fact that at some point in space and time, the Japanese musician Shigeo Sekito time-travelled to 2014. He would find himself enjoying a classic hooker's breakfast, contemplating the fact that Vladimir (or Estragon, for that matter) never finished telling that story of the Englishman in the brothel, getting a little drunker than usual. All on a sudden, however, Sekito's ear was frightened.
From the future come winds with stealthy pinions, and to fine ears good tidings are proclaimed. That instant, Chamber Of Reflection struck Sekito like lightning —— Captured by the track's melody, the trained electone player & composer could not help but taking it back with him to 1975, returning to Nara with a tune in his pocket, hence turning into what has become the word II.

Surely one should hear the tick-tick;
he that hath an ear, let him hear.
Then I will say something into your ears, as that old clock-bell saith it into mine ear: There commenceth the single and irreplace- able melody.
Must one first batter their ears, that they may learn to hear with their eyes?
They steal the works of the inventors and the treasures of the wise.
A doctrine appeared, a faith ran beside, „All is empty, all is alike, all hath been!“ It is said that novelty was old. How could anyone blame Sekito? For this man was simply ahead of his time.

„Too far did I fly into the future, a melody seized upon me. And when I looked around me, lo! There time was my sole contemporary.“ Thus sang Mac DeMarco: No use looking out / It's within / That brings that lonely feeling

Let us not waste our time in idle discourse. „Salad Days“ gained 24 year-old Vernor Winfield McBriare Smith IV much critical acclaim with Pitchfork being captivated by „Chamber Of Reflection“ to an extent that puts extra reflection in their review: „Chamber of Reflection“s“ (sic) is something like Beach House's “Heart of Chambers”, but evoking a bare, cell-like apartment rather than a misty opium-den boudoir. It’s DeMarco’s most atmospherically exploratory track yet, and it’s also painfully lonely and quietly eloquent about the experience.“

All periods prate against one another in your spirits; Zara Thustra, however, became absorbed in a dark recollection, for it seemed to her as if she had once before stood in this hill valley. And much heaviness settled on her mind, so that she walked slowly and always more slowly, and at last stood still. Then, however, when she opened her eyes, she saw something sitting by the wayside shaped like a man: Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his boots. He pulls at it with both hands, panting. He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again. As before. A country road. A tree. Evening. Enter Vladimir. »That passed the time.« »It would have passed in any case.« »Yes, but not so rapidly.« »What do we do now?« »I don't know.« »Let's go.« »We can't.« »Why not?« »We're waiting for Godot.«
Truth is: Godot could not jizz less about those two wankers sitting on that rock, waiting eternally for him who never comes. And unto him who hath still ears for the unheard: When Zara Thustra was alone, however, she said to her heart: „Could it be possible! This old saint in the forest hath not yet heard of it, that Godot is dead!“ Thus spoke Zara Thustra. » pt. II

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Back to the Future

Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett

Thus spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche