Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices, 1996. I saw part of this quotation and thought “that’s fantastic”; some judicious googling turned up both the source (hat tip to here) and more of the original thought. (via imathers)
As technology pushes society towards some perception of perfection, we find that it is the imperfections for which society becomes nostalgic.
I learned in the last few years that it’s really unhappy and really unsustainable to try and base your well being on something as arbitrary as record sale and critical acclaim and the interests of the public. All of those things are so fickle. So my approach now to music is I want to make records that I love, and I hope that other people love them, then that’s OK.