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09/10/2003 Entry: "A Friend Called Five."

Please don't turn me off
I don't know what I'm doing outside
Me and the telephone that never rings
If you were me, what would you do?
Me, I Disconnect From You.
–Gary Numan and Tubeway Army

Got home tonight and rifled through my MP3 collection for some music while surfing and eating dinner; I put on some XTC, one of those bands that I liked in the 80's but really never sat down and listened to anything more than their singles. It's more cheerful than anything I've listened to in the past week, which is probably a good sign. However I'm somewhat shocked by how human the music sounds.

I think I've been listening to too much Gary Numan.

Over the past couple of weeks I've felt a strong resonace with his album Replicas; an ex-boyfriend used to talk about this album at length, and how well it captured the feeling of being an android—the disconnection from emotion, the suspicion of one's own memory and perception, the feeling of "passing" for human. I certainly understood at the time, despite never actually having read any Philip K. Dick then; but I think there is something about the confluence of actually having those feelings while listening to the album that's kept me going back to it lately. I've always suspected that I'm an alien abandoned by the mothership; maybe I'm not even entirely organic.

But you know, maybe it just means I should vote for Susan Leal. You know, if she actually campaigns for the Replicant vote.

Replies: 2 comments

Sometimes, I need to just crawl into bed under the covers and play Skylarking.

Posted by Naladahc @ 09/15/2003 07:46 PM PST

i heartly recommend Random -a numan tribute double cd. buy t now or just ask and i'll send you an mpg or two.

Posted by groc @ 09/18/2003 04:56 PM PST

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