The Machine (Metropolis Rescore Project)

The Machine (Metropolis Rescore Project)

I am an eye. I am a mechanical eye. I, a machine, I am showing you a world, the likes of which only I can see. -Dziga Vertov

This is my complete score synced up to video for the infamous scene the machine.

You might be tempted to see this part of the movie as cheesy. This seems a little over the top and prototypical to us today, because it actually was the prototype.

It's a great scene too. The thing I love most about the scene is that it manages somehow to evoke the drama of cascading epiphanies -- from the personal "oh my god I'm part of this", to the univeral "the whole world is wrong" -- in a visceral way, with no dialogue, and very limited visual detail.  Amazing stuff, and fun to write for.

Well Excuse me Mister, Excuse my Ignorance

Glass Ceiling (humans will you ever be mix)

humans will you ever be

Monsters and Demons bestowing in the basement of your universe: broken sons of night, anger, mortal fear, depression. Manuscript of stone ... cosmic accidents, unilateral actions and waves. It's all over now.

I tell you something I'm tired of, and that's failing at trying extremely hard to drop out and ignore politics. It is, as the picture illustrates, little more than a gigantic can of Manhattan style fish assholes.

I seem to be like the Forrest Gump of political talking points. Somehow fate always seems to place me within spitting distance of whatever the news cycle's current "ground zero" is.

When healthcare was a "debate", I was cosmically misdiagnosed with Crohn's disease  and found myself with a front row seat to almost every broken aspect of the system. When immigration was first the political hotness, I was trying to sell my house in Manassas, VA a town with (at least at the time) New Mexico style problem of illegal immigration. When the dotcom bubble burst, I found myself in a company swallowed up by WorldCom.

I was all poised to vote however I was gonna vote already and completely, utterly, and with reckless abandon, commence to not giving a shit.

That is, until the union at my company went on strike.
As an employee not in the union I'll be working mandatory 72 hour weeks for however long this lasts.

Oh yeah, the song. It's called "glass ceiling", It's got a bunch of samples I pulled off ccmixter.org back in like 2006/2007, maybe. Its from the wayback machine for sure, but it sorta fits the mood.

I've still got a bunch of great stuff incubating in the queue, but who knows when I'll finally get a chance to finish anything, at this rate. First the derailed project rescue, now the strike.

Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough. So tough ... but you know, you gotta hold on to what you got ...