Monday, September 30, 2013

Concordant


The Vinyl spins on a platter in third time
Still sounds dynamic and fresh; ageless tempo
Hear ‘I feel love’ by the queen of synth disco
Giorgio’s vision given a form in Ms Summer
Concordant aurality in techno, tuneful slam
So very lucky; were we; children of the LP
We were the conduit in the creation of music
Because we got to contact its analogue heart
For me a thousand songs in a cigarette packet
Doesn’t feel like music at all; I need to contact it
When it all comes too easy; it never comes at all
So I engage and enjoy and leave iTunes in the past