I’ve been thinking recently a lot about memory, and how for years not only scientists and psychologists, but artists as well have been obsessively trying to understand it and how it works. It’s a huge subject, and I claim to have no answers to any of the questions. I was just realizing last night going through some recordings that our generation really has the most accurate and publicized memory in our world’s history. Every night and day of your life has the potential to be captured in photo/video/audio form and broad casted to the internet world almost in real time.
Our memories are now preserved for us, not just by ourselves but by others around us. Does this make us lazy with our own mental computers aka minds? How many of actually sit around and just remember? Probably not a lot. It can be a frustrating and sometimes really painful experience; there’s a lot of things that we try hard to forget, but there’s so much there worth remembering for ourselves.
Wow, that was slightly preachy. Anyway, here’s a little audio memory I came across from my Bathurst days with my compadre Devon. This was the first thing I recorded when I got my first power book, it makes me all teary eared and nostalgic.
*on a footnote I’m reading an amazing book by a new British author called “the Raw Shark Texts” and I totally dig it. (Really intense website too…..) All abut memory loss and mystery, check it out.