this album makes me think of buses

the summer of 2002 I listened to this song every fucking day as I jumped on the 39(?) to ride down to my shit job at the titanic exhibit at the Arizona Science Center. A dui had taken away my ability to drive so this was my soundtrack for the summer as I spent an hour riding Valley Metro through the asphalt desert of misery that is Phoenix Arizona to go to a job that I could not have possibly ever given a fuck about to spend 8 hours with people who were looking for proof of a love story they were sold in a multi million dollar movie full of lies.

Most of my mornings were spent listening to the bleeps and blaps of elp’s paranoia laced sci-fi robotech production as I stared out the scribed up plastic window trying to forget the taste of that 5 dollar pitcher of Palo Verde’s shittiest beer and wondering just how the hell I was going to get the fuck out of the concrete inferno that was suffocating the life out of me. The only satisfaction of those mornings was hearing el-p’s beat constantly barreling away at your ears with that whining beep and the electronic buzz of death with cage stressing those vowels over his whole verse. For me that moment is what makes this song.

A month after my job at the science center ended I moved to San Francisco and never looked back on that failed city of dirt and fire.