Whose half face is sculpted on the cover of Fairy Super Crystal Blue? Our patron saint of carbon, carbonation,
the free leader of the carbon nation, benevolent and smiling (in an
unobservable dimension) while simultaneously being created and disappearing.
You can’t explain it, not with Word(s), but with Paint, MS Paint, and synth
patches. This plastic cassette has already done a better job than me at
understanding and perceiving. My expressions, my language, have physically
materialized into an ectoplasmic puddle on the floor of my office. I’m staring
at it, and it’s not moving – it’s inert. I’ve failed. I look to the cover, and
the face is still obscured, hovering between creation and extinction. My escape
is through the window, up the ladder, to the clouds. Yeah, that’s it.
Vapor drifts in through the open window, in case it wasn’t already
obvious enough.
I can’t detect the nodes EATQS has attached to my body via fiber-optics
through this seemingly innocuous cassette tape. At once narcotic and
efficiently kinetic, Fairy Super Crystal
Blue pulses through my nervous system. I see in iTunes Visualizer palettes.
It’s my worldview now, and my office, ectoplasm communication failures and all,
has all but disappeared, replaced by cybernetic geometry and strobe lights. My
mouth struggles to make words to describe this living music, but the sounds
become one with the tones, and the tones become one with each other, stretching
over their allotted time frames. Voices appear then disappear. My blood is
purple milk. My heart is a gas giant.
I can’t detect the nodes EATQS has attached to me because they’ve taken
control of me and they’ve erased any trace of themselves in my consciousness. I
can see the complete absence and presence of the cover bust, and the
extradimensional result, out of place when perceived in human terms, is
terrifying. But the music soothes and smooths and points me to the ladder by
the window, by which I now must escape to the clouds if I’m going to come back
from this close to what I once was. It’s not a done deal though either way. My
wave patterns might be cosmically altered.
--Ryan Masteller
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