1955 -- the dawn of rock'n'roll. 1966 00 is when the Sixties happened. 1977 --- punk epxlodes. 1988 -- aciiiid. 1999 -- fucking nothing.
So, we're now in a cultural rut which even bizarre sunspot theories can't extricate us from. Ellis again:
here in the Zero Years of the 21, even those most reliable engines of creation of the last half of C20, Britain and Japan (both islands, both post-imperialist, both post-major and incredibly damaged economic shell games, both finding their stations as makers of art) are coming up empty. Coldplay and Fruits Basket? Give me strength.
It's a chilling thought, but maybe worth considering, even only as a Threat Condition to be armed against: maybe we're stuck here.
[compare: the post-temporality Bruce Sterling has been turning into a theme, e.g. in his transmediale keynote last year]
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