These melodies and beats are created, recorded, and reproduced in the digital ether of micro-circuitry. I ask him. I like primitive sounds. And that's the paradox of the techno-freak. As we hurtle into the 21st century, these transient refugees from the First World have poached the info tech that's speeding up the march of progress and made an abrupt about-face towards the archaic.
Technology is mobile, so they drag it to the rocks and jungles.
Technology loves connection, so they sync it with the ancient wheel of the heavens. Technology simulates, so they make it mimic the fear and splendor of shamanic trance . The Goan beaches that spawned this ecstatic digital primitivism may be lost to media hype and packaged tours, but the hardcore technofreaks will just lose themselves in the porous Third World landscape. After all, the full moon follows you everywhere you go. Both the empty and filled circles belong to the oldest ideograms and have been dated to the period immediately after the emergence of the simplest conventionalized representations of humans and animals found on the walls of prehistoric caves and rock faces.