But maybe we should move on to the next piece,
or we're going to run out out of time.
So the next piece I'm going to play is called "The PhD Sound."
And as I mentioned, this is specifically--
this is when Gianna needs to come up here.
This is research notes for an article that I didn't write,
so Richard Burkett and Amy--
Amy at Artists Space were just sending me
vast and voluminous amounts of reference material
that had to do with doo-wops, And most of this touchstone
stuff that I perceived as having to do with ritualized consumer
consumption, or customized mass customization.
Things having to do with customization of products.
So I thought that was what their project was about,
so I instructed them to send me as much material of that
as was relevant.
So they sent me all this material,
and I was reading that material.
And reading, when you're doing sort of prescholarly work
is a very, very rapid kind of reading.
And it's also reading that I can do--
it's one of the few kinds of reading
I can do with loud music happening in the background.
So-- and of course, it's extremely pleasurable
to read with music in the background.
So this is a twitchy video.
It's called "The PhD Sound."
Those of you who are in PhD programs
know that, after about 10 years, bibliographies
start to look extremely sexy.
And this is a bibliography in heart.
So we're going to play that now.
And the music should be turned up very loud.
Feel free to dance, if you want.
Gianna?
OK, here we go.
And this is for 11 minutes, so we're
going to just let this run for its entirety.
It ends with a little bit of New Order,
and there's some Lucky Dragons and stuff.
[MUSIC - "THE PHD SOUND"]
[MUSIC - SANTIGOLD, "YOU'LL FIND A WAY"]
(SINGING) Tell them that they'll get what they wanted.
Tell them.
Tell them that they'll get what they wanted.
Tell them.
Tell them that they'll get what they wanted.
Tell them.
Tell them that they get what they'll wanted.
Tell them.
[MUSIC - NEW ORDER, "TEMPTATION"]
(SINGING) A heaven, a gateway, a hope.
Just like a feeling inside it's no joke.
And though it hurts me to treat you this way, betrayed by words
I've never heard, too hard to say.
Up, down, turn around.
Please don't let me hit the ground.
Tonight, I think I'll walk alone.
I'll find my soul as I go home.
Up, down, turn around.
Please don't let me hit the ground.
Tonight I think I'll walk alone.
I'll find my soul as I go home.