i'm in an airport

I was desperate enough to hear a follow up to 1984 that I gave 5150 another chance last weekend after nearly 30 years of abstinance. Starting with "Dreams", i made it as far as "reach for the golden ring" on my first attempt before switching it off.

The second time through was unbearably sad, though. It's the optimism for a future that never materialized, where you know you're watching a tragedy but the actors still think it's another kind of play. Part of it is def that there's a certain brand of corporate modernism preserved in amber, like they've ditched the laser grid of 1984, put on a blazer and stepped into the Frasurbane Mcdonalds. But also the energy of a new creative partnership that seems full of promise but already peaked.

Oh, Sammmy, I'd love a tequila TY for offering.