voice percussion just sitting and listening and giving space. improvising and conversing/converging being surprised not knowing what comes next and starting to speak and finding out what im talking about only after ive started talking and hiphop and beatbox and throat-singing and really, really slowly building energy. the possibilty of silence. to be receptive to the sound of you and your thoughts. i like to deconstruct the popping in and out of random words and feeling and simple sentences and whichever part of communal consciousness decides to show up. i like stretching body parts that forgot what it feels like. indian music, high pitched sounds, and really intense long screaching sounds. ACTUALLY paying attention, your desire to run away, from this moment, and noticing that Desire can Fade and Reappear. i want the sound of a thousand children clapping hands and yelling in tall hallways, i want the language of jungle tribes, the thumping of gazelle's feet in the dark, the sound of dancing and city lights and taxis and really loud electro-pop. i want the destruction of passive thought, and the creation of an empty space where dreaming is more important than existing. i like the idea that music can change your brain chemistry, how you feel, how you see. dont abuse it! f**king I-pods everywhere all the time. make time for non-music too. ecology IS economy.
