1807) Napoleon Bonaparte in the midst of recording his shoegaze indie-rock opus that, sixteen years later would blow Schubert’s mind out of this world. Shit changes, it changes rapidly and the globe can look vastly different even in five years, let alone sixteen of them.
The point is, sixteen years is a long fucking time. Imagine how differently Waterloo would’ve gone if Monsieur Bonaparte had, like Wi-fi access. Napoleon conquered all of Europe in less than sixteen years, without smartphones and the Internet.
#Jerrys guitar bar colours plus#
To put it another way, you add up the time it took for both World Wars plus the Korean War, and you still don’t get near sixteen. I’m probably missing a few things here and there but you get the point. Trump gets elected, and ends up dictating United States international relations from his Twitter account. The economy crashes in the greatest recession since the Great Depression, and rebounds. Steve Jobs invents smartphones and less than a decade later more people in the world have access to smartphones than to clean water. Bush, the forty-third President of the United States invades Iraq.
I’ll tell you what can happen in sixteen years. As of February 2018, the timeline from which I’m writing this review, I’m thinking again and again about the number of years that has passed from 2003 – which is when this album came out – and I keep wondering whether I’ve slipped into some alternate timeline where technology is like, twenty years ahead of what it’s supposed to be because of some butterfly-effect involving time travel or something. Let that sink into your mind, and let your neurons slowly process that fact. Holy SHIT, dude! Look at the colors! The rainbow! The digital floor thingy! The blocky thing! It’s so freaking cool what the FUCK aaaarrrrggagrgaghhhHHHHdfkjksjfkljrekljwerkl Introduction: Sixteen Years
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