Ask Radio Resistance: Forgetting Other Galaxies

dear radio resistance,

when i consider the collective scope of all of the lifetimes that I’ve lived, and in particular the lifetimes that have ended abruptly and with little remaining connection (through loss of friends and lovers), i am left with an immense sorrow for of the loss of shared memories. I can watch the fog slowly roll in and remove my life, but I’m powerless to stop it. I’m disappearing and soon there will be nothing left where there was once connectivity, humanity, and joy. What music do you recommend for my current thought patterns?

with regret,

forgetting other galaxies

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Dear Forgetting Other Galaxies,

Oh I am so happy you wrote. Your message about existential crisis and request for music to accompany just made my day. It makes my day because all music is a desperate attempt to anchor something in time, to hold on tight, savor and remember, to offset the sheer terror of being ALIVE, which implicitly means loss. All music is about that, or sex. Basically one and the same when you think about it.

But since you mentioned it, let’s talk about fog for a minute. One of my favorite topics. Yes it is true - fog rolls, memories roll and the very fact that fog does reminds us we will all be dunked under the Great Proverbial Waters, eventually. Cut to the chase - we die. Our edges will round. Our fire flour out. The lines will blur blur. Memories recede into nothingness. We recede into the fog. But you know what else lives in fog? Secrets, dew drops, magic.

Imagine now a blanket of condensed fog that you carry around in a backpack. Pull the fog blanket out of the backpack, unfold, and let it rise, slowly, around you. Chilly now. You’re in a wide, open field. It’s dusk. My god, you can barely see your hand in front of your face. So spooky. Odd, yes, but exciting? Do you want to move forward - one step at a time - and learn this new place? Because it is all new now, the whole lot, baptized in your fog.

I don’t know if this is helpful or not. But here is a mix for you. One that hides many secrets in the fog, ready to be loved, forgotten, remembered again. A thousand tiny lifetimes and their receding. And as you are mourning the loss of shared memories, this mix follows the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. See if you can pinpoint the changes…