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Shaker
Tensioned—inside repetition’s slipstreamsubdividing, accenting, flowingmaking rhythm palpable hand holding shakera gesture of 16th notessemiquavers stretching into years timeline is panoramahear the other soundstheir parts come and gopoints of departure and arrival they hold long tonesbut percussion dances staccatoaround the clickin headphones hear discrepancies always slightly ahead or behindthe metronome is perfectme I’m uneven still distilling… Continue reading
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Accumulations (Curating The Week Over Time)
(1 year ago) (2 years ago) (3 years ago) (4 years ago) (5 years ago) (6 years ago) (7 years ago) (8 years ago) (9 years ago) (10 years ago) (More accumulations here.) Continue reading
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Musical Materials
Pieter Gerritsz. van Roestraten, Still Life with Musical Instruments (c. 1650) A question pops up when I make music: What are my materials? It often feels like I’m lacking the sonic stuff that others surely have. Questions about materials multiply: What sounds am I using? Where are these sounds from? Are these the right sounds?… Continue reading
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Resonant Thoughts: John Berger’s “And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos” (2026)
“The problem of time is like the darkness of the sky. Every event is inscribed in its own time. Events may cluster and their times overlap, but the time in common between events does not extend as law beyond the clustering” (13). “Most workers in the world carry the same physical stigma: a sign of… Continue reading
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Database: A.G. Cook On Total Opposite Sounds
“Any producer who claims to have whatever sound is five seconds away from opening up something that will create the total opposite. So if anything, my sound is really trying to bring that to the forefront.” A.G. Cook database (a cache of perceptions) (slower walks) Continue reading
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Resonant Thoughts: W.G. Sebald’s “The Rings of Saturn” (1995)
“I suppose it is submerged memories that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert,… Continue reading
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