Here’s what I’ve been up to:


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this moment is perfect
everything that exists is here now
and it always has been
and it always will be

to create and to be creative
is to move furniture
we rearrange the air
around a song

as life moves
from the smallest desire
towards the structure of circumstance
and back again
vibrating between that which has been
and that which will be

I didn’t think this would become a poem,
And so it hasn’t.

And I didn’t think I would become…
So I haven’t.

Rain falls across the sky, carried at an angle by the wind. Outside, trees sway, moaning as they brush against the fence, and everything is music: alive with energy.

The kinetic forces of wind blowing, of rain falling, and of each atom bouncing along aimlessly; they sing to me: the rustling of leaves, and the clanking of a wind chime somewhere.

All of the people play their part, too, hurrying from one place to another, and complaining about their hair and their socks. I can hear it all in the tracks I’m working on… The rain outside, the wind, the people, and the atoms…

My condenser microphone uses something called “Phantom” power. The electrons line up along a tiny sheet of foil, like kids playing olly olly oxen free, and then the storm sends an atom careening towards them.

If you listen back on good headphones or a nice hi-fi, you’ll hear it, too.