Composition is  similar to flicking ink onto paper and then blurring the dotted entrails with a sweeping hand gesture, sound reveals transition and direction. We are  encountered by the other as an assemblage of sounds, resonant bits and pieces alluring from the membranes of the skin, from one membrane to the next, we are interconnected through the vibration and amplification of movement. Grouping(s) of air pressures  are held together as planes of individuality in order to keep the self from deflating, smeared from one body to the next as an echoed relation builder. 

I'm an ex-pat muso from Northern New England now based in the UK (how did I ever end up here?) . My interests are composition and improvisation and combinations of the two. Plus mildly obsessing about 2-wheeled conveyances and Beat poets. 

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