Current Music:
Music subverts the world you’re in - pretending on the scale of a sensory experience enjoyed for its own merit. Naomi is addicted to music. It fills an apparent void that becomes more focused the longer you listen, though whether that emptiness is as spare as it looks and sounds is questionable. Before my sister was born, before I was five, I listened occasionally to music on plastic LP’s the size of small plates on a plastic recorder the size of a small toaster, and that was the extent of my music. But I remember hearing minutes, feeling full, feeling that the world was full - sunlight in the windows is remembered as a gentle hum imperceptible now. Moments have fullness and music when they are not rolled over and scribbled out with pre-recorded minutes and music.
I’ll play the piano still. It’s different. Piano lessons are always characterized by the noise of the piano - that is the studio’s noise. But otherwise, I’m not listening to music (yes, right after I bought an ipod) for a bit, to see if I can remember how not to listen to it and see if I can remember how to listen to rooms and staircases and bus stops and wardrobes and front lawns.
I’ll play the piano still. It’s different. Piano lessons are always characterized by the noise of the piano - that is the studio’s noise. But otherwise, I’m not listening to music (yes, right after I bought an ipod) for a bit, to see if I can remember how not to listen to it and see if I can remember how to listen to rooms and staircases and bus stops and wardrobes and front lawns.