Bells, and alarms, the trains, stuck in time, slow motion, going backwards, repetition, soft glows, growing sensations, faster, speeding up, slowing down, suddenly changing being followed or chased, having everything close in around you, nowhere to go looking turning, nothing there, finding a way out, It changes up again, faster beat, more sounds not being alone any more, feels like the hustle and bustle of being in downtown New York. Everything working together just constantly moving, never stopping, never taking a breath, steady, reassuring,constant, slowly coming apart, things/different sounds become easily distinguishable. taking it apart, breaking it down. changing, adding something new – something foreign – and completely different from before – painfully drumming. Sudden stop and switch to an echo like barrage of sounds, constantly playing back and forth off each other – its like being on the subway going somewhere familiar - change again calmer soothing – stepping off and emerging from it to a place where you belong – everything is familiar… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I took my brochure from class and copied exactly what I had written when we were listening to Jim O’Rourke’s “and I’m singing” in class here. When I was done I realized that i had written my own narrative of terrible lyrics. I don’t know what O’Rourke had in mind when he composed/created this compilation of sounds but I do know that what I took away from it is something completely unique to me. Being a fan of instrumental music, I guess I am used to coming up with my own stories for music that I hear… while listening and jotting things down I could see the exact pictures in my head of where I would be and what I would be doing, it was my own soundtrack for a journey to NY. At one point, there is a period of additions – where O’Rourke starts with one simple sequence of sounds and keeps building on it, most definitely reminding me of somewhere like Penn Station, where there are so many people just is coming in from different places all going somewhere, always more and more people. I remember turning to Edyta after listening during class and saying that it hadn’t even felt like eight minutes had gone by. I couldn’t have imagined that I would have been able to get lost in the music like that — but there was something about it that I was able to connect with.
