I feel like the atonal music blaring out of my tiny radio.
sometimes the different players find a groove that grooves,
but most of the time it’s a bunch of experimenting,
feeling things out.
I’m really okay with my life being a sort of chromatic scale,
a coloring and inflection on the typical diatonic,
you know, real upsetting to the gods.
there’s this song that I’ve recently started to like,
and in it, the mouth says:
“no matter who we are, there’s someone in your head
waiting to fucking strangle you.”
when I first heard it through the speakers, I thought:
“Eh, maybe.”
Now when I hear it, I say:
“yeah, that sounds about right.”
but the only thing I’d change is that these someone’s aren’t in your head,
they originate in places of unknown origin
but constrict nonetheless.
these unhuman, non-organic, impersonal nooses
spread thinly across the landscape.
and you only know you’re caught when it’s too late.
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021