dance yrself clean.
06
(aka electronic dreams)
I almost forgot.
Not how to make things.
Why.
Watch the scene study below.
[Dance Yrself Clean]
A few weeks earlier, I'd finished recording the Jo Ryder demos.
I'd also been in a car accident that left me questioning more than just the collision.
It felt like one of those years where everything that could shake loose, did.
Then came LCD Soundsystem.
The show wasn't just loud.
It was impossibly thoughtful.
A village of synthesizers.
Two drummers—my favourite kind of excess.
Machines.
People.
Ideas.
Everything working together to create something bigger than the sum of its parts.
Watching them felt less like a concert and more like standing inside someone's imagination.
[Tribulations]
Back when I was making music with Lovely Killbots, LCD Soundsystem felt like proof that independent music could still surprise people.
That experimentation mattered.
That you could build your own language.
Standing there years later, I realized I wasn't just watching a band.
I was remembering my own reasons for making things.
Not to fit somewhere.
Not to keep up.
To experiment.
To connect ideas.
To make people feel something they hadn't quite felt before.
[New York, I Love You but You’re Bringing Me Down]
At one point a stranger asked me,
"What band are you in?"
I don't think they knew Jo Ryder.
Or Lovely Killbots.
That wasn't really the point.
For a second, someone recognized something I'd almost forgotten was still there.
The musician.
The creator.
The person who still belongs in rooms like this.
Sometimes the thing that changes your direction isn't a new idea.
It's remembering an old one.
“Sometimes art hands you back to yourself.”
The archive continues on Instagram, whenever the mood hits ♡
(usually after midnight)
