The first two panels happened pretty much as you see here; I overheard talk of Daft Punk a few tables away and nearly tripped over myself throwing in my two cents. Apologies to my drink ‘n’ draw comic brethren.

After my Autechre post, I wanted to hit up that exposition vein a little bit more, and I figured the best way to do that was a subjective experience in lieu of an informational piece. I’ve banged the drum in favor of wordless music for ages. It is entirely possible that this, along with digging longer songs, makes me a stone-cold weirdo. I once played Metallica’s “Call of Ktulu” — which is both word-free and nine minutes long — for my junior high music class. The effect was threefold: 1. I stymied my teacher, who was teaching us ABAB-type pattern recognition; 2. he turned it off like four minutes in, leaving me baffled bc I had no idea just how freaking long it was and 3. I’m not sure anyone in that class talked to me again.

As I was doing this, I realized I was recreating Depeche Mode’s “Enjoy the Silence” video on the moon. I am okay with this, but only if I can bring that sweet cloak