As relevant now as he was then, here's a bit from a letter to his wife, more after the jump...

"It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about."

Underworld’s originating members Karl Hyde and Rick Smith are part of a high-end design collective/commercial house that many on surfstation will know... Tomato. with a penchant for typography and avant-digital layouts, they were so much more than nocturnal nob-twirlers. even the titles of their albums are subtle tells of a band set apart from their genre. they made it look easy. writing hooks was always effortless for them. forget the classy, cheese-free stadium dance party siren call from their massive hit Cowgirl… just think back to the global sound meme they created when asked to write a track for Trainspotting.

i've uploaded one of their more subtle compositions and a favorite of mine for creative sessions. and long solitary drives. Beautiful Burnout…

Given how many of you know Scott Hansen and the IS050 blog... I thought you'd be interested in this concert review from his (and Shigeto's) show that Jesse Cinis and I saw last week. Something beautiful is (always) happening in the Bay...

she comes like the widow enchantress, shrouded in black veils and cloistered in rays of light. her voice shudders with low pitches as the invocation proceeds, washing like waves of longing over the crowd...

the beat hits, the lights spray and she pulls back her cover, revealing that gorgeous face and lithe, catwalk body… strutting across the stage, for a moment, like a feline Jagger incarnate.