electric relaxation

Those of you who know me well, know that my music taste is mired in the ’90s and shows no sign of budging. Those of you who know me really well may have realized that the same applies to my sense of humour, fashion, and automotive aesthetic; all mere symptoms of what is clearly a grave underlying personality problem.

But I digress. Ergo, the Vector W-8. Discovering a throwback like the Vector W-8 provides nearly the same joy as stumbling upon an unreleased remix with Big L. Whether frittered away in endless single-song repeat or squandered trudging through Google Image search results and poorly designed websites for potential wallpaper candidates, the rest of the day is pretty much a write-off.

Contrary to what one might expect, the knowledge that I’ve missed out for so long (on average, eleven years and counting) somehow serves only to amplify, rather than diminish, the experience. Indeed, this awareness fuels an urgent desire to make up for lost time, and indulges my predilection for the bittersweet (the latter of course an all-too familiar vice for some).