*You scarcely see Eno. You just see his golden-gloved hands twisting the dials on that awesome analog hardware.
If I were a contemporary musician, tinkering with my MySpace profile and wondering how on earth I could ever scrape up enough money to maintain a productive career in music, I'd be really scared by a clip like this. It must be like – I dunno – like being a member of the contemporary US Congress and going to visit Mount Rushmore.
