There is little more exhilarating than the quick-cutting archival footage of Giorgio Moroder swiveling in his studio chair to another piece of equipment, probably to do something really boring and pain-staking on it. I think i’d like to spend my life in a studio, but one with banks of humming machinery, not one sole computer, no matter how much it makes everything easier. Better me there than on the dance floor where these constructions are intended.
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