Psy Music Quotes

Lifting her head, she joined in as the others in the group began to howl in response to Brace's triumph. The sound was . . . It touched the soul, the music haunting, starkly pure and yet so very earthy.

The Protocol. Silence. A choice made generations ago to wipe out violence, but that had also succeeded in wiping out joy, laughter, and love. It had made the Psy an emotionless, robotic race that excelled in business and technology but produced no forms of art, no great music, no works of literature.

The postmodernist belief in the relativism of truth, coupled with the clicker culture of mass media, in which attention spans are measured in New York minutes, leaves us with a bewildering array of truth claims packaged in infotainment units. It must be true—I saw it on television, the movies, the Internet. The Twilight Zone, The Outer Limits, That’s Incredible!, The Sixth Sense, Poltergeist, Loose Change, Zeitgeist: The Movie. Mysteries, magic, myths, and monsters. The occult and the supernatural. Conspiracies and cabals. The face on Mars and aliens on Earth. Bigfoot and Loch Ness. ESP and psi. UFOs and ETIs. OBEs and NDEs. JFK, RFK, and MLK Jr.—alphabet conspiracies. Altered states and hypnotic regression. Remote viewing and astroprojection. Ouija boards and tarot cards. Astrology and palm reading. Acupuncture and chiropractic. Repressed memories and false memories. Talking to the dead and listening to your inner child. It’s all an obfuscating amalgam of theory and conjecture, reality and fantasy, nonfiction and science fiction. Cue dramatic music. Darken the backdrop. Cast a shaft of light across the host’s face. Trust no one. The truth is out there. I want to believe.

What music do you like?” he asked between calls. “Cheery, chirpy pop.” Wincing, he pulled up a station that delivered exactly that. “You owe me.” “Come on”—she turned in her seat to face him once more—“it’s not that bad.” “I’m sorry? I can’t hear you past the sugar blocking my eardrums.

Suonerà come un cliché, lo so, ma mi sembra veramente che sia passato solo un giorno da quando il mondo si fissò con quella canzone. Devo confessare che non mi piaceva. Tuttavia, non arriverei a dire che la odiavo. Non la calcolavo, e riconosco che mi dava fastidio quando la sentivo per la millesima volta mentre ero in giro. Anche se, tecnicamente, è stata la mia prima canzone K-pop, al tempo non avevo un’idea precisa di cosa fosse. Per me, era semplicemente una delle solite mode da social media che era andata troppo in là. E, come ogni altra moda, con il tempo “Gangnam Style” sarebbe sparita e avrebbe lasciato il posto ad altri tormentoni. Ma, senza che potessi immaginarlo, aveva posto le basi per qualcosa di più grande e permanente.