Creepy feelings...

...What with all the talk of domestic surveillance. There are so many stories flying around. Gonzales and Hayden briefed the House Intelligence committee on some details of the NSA program. A FISA court judge warned Bush & Co. that the program was unlawful years ago but didn't tell anyone else. There's a new version of the short-lived Total Information Awareness creeporama going on, wherein the government is data-mining millions of our emails and blog posts (ohmygod...I do those things) but it's called ADVISE (Analysis, Dissemination, Visualization, Insight, and Semantic Enhancement), which is so much fuzzier and so much less Orwellian than Total Information Awareness. And, according to Firedoglake, Arlen Specter is attempting to call ex-Justice Dept. official and generally principled gent James Comey before the Senate Judiciary, but Comey worries the White House may invoke executive privilege if he testifies.

It all adds up to a whole lot of surveilling in the air and it's got me fairly paranoid. Here's hoping that, at the very least, decent folk from both parties do whatever it takes to convince our Prez and Attorney General that they don't get to ignore the law and the congress for the duration of the open-ended War on the Feeling of Fear (we're winning...by the way, be terrified.). I heard McClellan say today that "we're safer now, but we're not safe." Sounds like a plan!

Anyway, this was all just a way to get to these two eerie songs from the chillingest year of all, 1982, which was, like almost a quarter-century ago. Holy shit.

Here's a chilling projection of the potential for Big Brother in our time. Brrr. English producer turned project guru Parsons and Wolfson found the softest way to touch the deepest fear in me as a youngster.
The Alan Parsons Project - Eye in the Sky

Frida (Anni-Frid Lyngstad Fredriksson Andersson), ex-ABBA, turned in this paranoia-fest in 1982 under the watchful eye of guest producer Phil Collins.
Frida - I Know There's Something Going On

Oh, and by the way, welcome J. Welcome.