Our common language. English? Gesture? Expressions of the face, body, eyes? The myth of fluency and the primacy of understanding remind us of the simplest routes and how they are charted —
GETTING WHAT I WANT as fast as I can.
Music and its pains arise when we cannot convey through the purposeful arrangements of sound and silence what is on our minds but not our hands. Not sustained in shared space. Lingering. Heard.
Listened to.
Responded.
Singular. Parallel. Interactive. Exchanging. Transactional. Intimate.
We talk with our hands. The PURPOSEFUL arrangements of sound and silence.
Your words are no good here. So sad. Sing it to me, baby.
