WRECK TANGLE

2:02

oh thats so fucking clever dood:

I'm in the middle of writing a song, sorta. It's an old idea, but I think I got some energy going here. Ooh energy. Electricity! Literally. I'm using lots and lots of electricity; my electric bill breaks a hundred bucks occasionally. What do I do with all that damn electricity? Well, I guess I have something to show for it: a collection of sound files such as this (Mp3, 1.8 Mbytes)

I was listening to Brett's "Baby Sea Robot" CD all day at work. It makes me feel irrationally happy and pleasantly dorky. The other end of the office had The Beastie Boys on heavy rotation all day (that is, they only have a few Mp3s in the playlist) and the wacky, kazooey strains of Rodney A. Greenblat's musical projects made the irritated feelings go away right quick.

On the way home, I was startled to realize that every single person on the street was a human being, identical to myself in many ways. I watched them, wondering what they might be thinking, and what they saw from where they were. I tried to put myself in every one of their places, going from slow moving cane-bearer to hood-wearing pioneer square hood. I felt like I was within a large group of beings, all like myself, and it was probably impossible for me to dislike anyone at that point. Then I got home and realized that the fun was over, and I was by myself. The silence was like the rumble of wind across an empty doorway. Well, that might actually have been what it was. Technically, not silence at all.