Digital love

I have been listening to tracks from the Daft Punk opus Random Access Memories. In fact it is lodged in the car CD and accompanies our commute to work.

There is a quality in the music that sets it apart from streamed bits and bytes of the digital age.  There is  melancholy and a sense of loss . The hook of Get Lucky swirls drunk Uncles (and Aunts) to the dance floor at  weddings. The rest of the CD  is the surface  beauty of Touch and Contact . It is like listening to a cyborg cry.

The digital age has brought untold benefits in music, art  and mass communication. But we should  mourn the  end of the analogue age. Film, tape and vinyl. A benediction . You have been replaced by 1 and 0's which do not fade.

Sterile?. Maybe. But we love that which makes us empty.