That resounding sound is being put together again for next week's "episode" and I wanted to take a moment and reflect on what happened this past week:
1) I went to bed at 9:45 and lay there awake until 3 when I decided to cut my losses, shower, and go do my show.
2) The show went live on time. I played most of what I said (missed the last two Tape Beatles bits).
3) I spit some talk over the microphone doing my best to sound professional, doing my best to sound like I knew what I was doing.
4) I broadcast in the dark. I arrive to an empty studio, I hum lullabies to a sleeping city, I leave an empty studio.
5) I buy milk at Kum & Go, return home and read the Shape of Time until sleep takes over at 6 AM.
6) I dream about the shows to come and how I will take more control in crafting this hour.
7) I meet with production people. I begin to craft a denser, more elaborate, more literate show. I email friends with the link to this blog. I am looking for collaborators, I am looking for stories, I am looking for the institute of storytelling, I am whispering charms to this city while it sleeps and building promos for this show, this station, this city.
8) I am looking for a microphone. I have just the place.
9) I am blogging about it.
The adventure continues, the production produces vibrations and these reverberations chime like bells. Bells questioning their sound. Bells ringing to ring. Ring bells ring.
The sound comes from the center.
1.28.2009
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Something I have thought about exploring was translating Anthology - the friday event at PS1. I have, for the better part of last semester been keeping track of words, phrases, sentences that I thought were especially powerful or beautiful. I thought that they would become a sculpture some day that I would then use for a "reading" of sorts at an Anthology event. I don't know whether this is useful to your project but the thought followed reading your writing. I will think on it some more.
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