Contrast.
I’m on the plane and recently sat through three sequentially terrible films in an attempt to disassociate myself from the confines of a seat. Fortunately, this was interrupted regularly with the disperse of clouds, surrendering scrutiny of ice flows, barren tundra, and anonymous artfully frozen water texturing expansive glacier-carved auburn landmasses. Simultaneously, I look above to cerulean blue. It’s always sunny above the clouds, as my neck strains for a vertical perspective; I see further up, it darkens into space.
Brian Eno, in composing Music for Airports, sought to eliminate the falsehood projected by the current atmosphere of “you’re not going to die” and replace it with the mood and revelation of, “well, if you do die, it doesn’t really matter”: to create the feeling that “your suspended in the universe, and your life or death wasn’t so important. Rather then trivialise of the thing [he] wanted to take it seriously: the possibility that you were actually now going to sit in space, which is what you do when you travel on an airplane”.
Post Script: New LJ front page is: blantent Facebook ripoff, great thinking
Brian Eno, in composing Music for Airports, sought to eliminate the falsehood projected by the current atmosphere of “you’re not going to die” and replace it with the mood and revelation of, “well, if you do die, it doesn’t really matter”: to create the feeling that “your suspended in the universe, and your life or death wasn’t so important. Rather then trivialise of the thing [he] wanted to take it seriously: the possibility that you were actually now going to sit in space, which is what you do when you travel on an airplane”.
Post Script: New LJ front page is: blantent Facebook ripoff, great thinking