cjam raze i think they finally upgraded your web server. what used to take me six hours to download is finished and sitting on my hard drive inside of six minutes now. i know it's strange, i know it's stupid, but i miss the transfer of data that moved so slow from you to me, i thought an episode of a show i missed might still be downloading after i was dead. i miss that month when something went wrong with the digital archives and everything was pitched down a few notes after the fact. the slow voices speaking through a hurricane in david gray's "knowhere" had sharper teeth in a lower key. djs sounded less engaged, but more honest. a thin layer of fuzz made every waveform a tunnel i could nest in for a while. each useful advance undoes some small act of kindness only made possible by a clumsy fusion of ignorance and ineptitude. i miss what you were, even if it was all the fault of some malnourished machine. i want you frantic and frothing at the mouth. i want your dead air and empty syntax. i want your narrow bandwidth and your multi-band compression. i want to amplify every accident until my ears blow out. but these are things you already know. 220407 what's it to you? who go blather from