

“Te amo, Santiago! Muchas gracias! I loved playing for you all tonight and I will never forget it. I liked your sculpture park - see you next time!
xo regi”

Pitchfork: One of the Jeff Lynne-produced songs is called “The Wallet” and it’s about finding someone else’s wallet, then finding a Blockbuster card in the wallet, and then returning the wallet back to a Blockbuster. It’s great. But, listening to it, I couldn’t help but think: “Who goes to Blockbuster anymore?”
RS: That’s funny because I wrote that song a bunch of years ago and I remember playing it on tour and thinking, “Do they even know what Blockbuster is in other countries?” Now I might need to change it to Netflix. [laughs]
It’s like one of those songs that you listen to from the 20s and ask, “What’s a kaputnik?” It’s this thing that was obviously very important because they’re singing about it, but it just doesn’t exist anymore. That’s why Bach and Mozart had it right by not putting in any words and making timeless instrumental music. In 300 years, when our great-great-great-grandchildren are checking out music by putting their finger into entertainment sockets, they’re not going to know what “Blockbuster” or “Netflix” or “Juicy Fruit” are. They’ll be like, “What’s fruit?” They’ll probably be living in a cement pod and eating food through intravenous tubes. They’re not going to know any of this shit.
(Source: reginaholic)


My eyes are bi-focal
My hands are sub-jointed
I live in the future
In my pre-war apartment
And I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places
And I’m upgraded daily
All my wires without traces
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into machine
I collect my moments
Into a cold respondence
With a mightier power
Who just lacks my perspectives
And who lacks my organics
And who covets my defense
And I’m downloaded daily
I am part of a composite
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
Hooked into machine
I’m hooked into
Hooked into machine
Everything’s provided
Consummate consumer
Part of worldly taking
Apart from worldly troubles
Living in your pre-war apartment
Soon to be your post-war apartment
And you live in the future
And the future
It’s here
It’s bright
It’s now
(Source: reginaholic)



