Another Disposable Item
So, when it is very late at night and the brain is slowly unshriveling, or when it is morning and the daily ration of new sounds hasn’t started spinning on the stereo yet, we ask ourselves the inevitable “where the fuck is it all going??” And no simple answer has come up yet. Maybe it never will. Maybe it will go on developing, fusing and exploding without giving us the time to look back, look ahead, predict and analyze. Music for now means just that. You live it, you experience it, you consume it and you discard it. The record is a disposable item. The music magazine is another disposable item.
– Claude Bessy aka Kickboy Face, Slash #6, December 1977