Sleepless and Retro-Minded in Rambles.
It’s late night and leading into early morning; this year’s October has just begun. The cold sniffles have got me by the balls and I’m trying to make this into an interesting thread before the sun catches me awake past my deserved bedtime. The days are getting shorter with age. The memories are still burning but the lighter is gathering some rust and needs maintenance. I’m halfway through choosing my third movie of the evening. I’d decided to have a retro cyberpunk binge viewing session; beginning with Blade Runner (1982), followed by AKIRA (1988). The last selection of my trilogy isn’t even retro, it’s a recent release called Who Am I – No System is Safe (Kein System ist sicher) a German thriller about a hacker group grinding on the road to infamy. It’s the closest I’ll get to a Hackers remake.
Well that was futile. I couldn’t even find the damn flick. I’ve been hunched back into my leather chair listening to my 80’s playlist of songs and staring at my Hunter S. Thompson poster for five minutes; why did I ever buy Where the Buffalo Roam (1980) on DVD?
Mindlessly chopping away at the keys, typing in whatever random thoughts turn over from the deck of my subconscious. It’s perfect because this is when the carnival starts, the merry-go-round in my brain, no different from the one in the LOST BOYS (1987). Spinning in circles with gaudy decals and out dated bulbs… Let’s see where my fingers take me. Clicking through my playlists and double backing like a screwed and chopped sleuth. I took another listen to Trevor Something’s – Trevor Something Does Not Exist album. Then I give Timecop1983’s new album a good listen and it results in my immediate enjoyment. Before I know it the blue haze is creeping up outside my window and I have forgotten most of the ideas I initially had a few minutes ago.
After, finally removing my boots I can feel it coming. Sleep is almost here. I ended up drinking some chilled Modelo’s and instant chatted with a vaporwave artist from Ontario, Canada named SYLLABUS (facebook/vaporwave.is.dead) about his recent release. We kept jonesing about childhood like a deleted scene from a high school reunion on how cool it once was to leave your house and go to the store to pick up cassette tapes at the local music shop. Remember Cassingles? We even agreed that Return of the Living Dead (1985) zombies could kick the asses of the walkers on a certain cable shows. “Good people”, is all I can say.
I made a nice little Cyberpunk themed playlist for myself called Blade Runner Nights with some bits from different artists; a few NRW and some from elsewhere or yesteryear. The title could’ve been better but the carnival is slowing down. Writer’s block has me in her grip these past couple of days. All I can do is wait and tease these syllables a little bit here and there. Probably put on some Joe Frank monologues or something before bed. UP ALL NIGHT is down for the count again. A head full of cold sickness and a napkin stuffed up my decommissioned Charlie snout. Maybe I’ll have a dream like a Michael Mann film. Maybe, I’ll dream of women with crimped hair, maybe not. Maybe I won’t dream at all and just fade. Maybe but I hope not. Only thing left to do is just lay back and close my eyes and fall into it. Before, I become just another internal monologue from a sleepless flashback artist and lo-fi delinquent.
- Sam Haine
(Above photo courtesy of Hainesville)