“all alone waiting, by the phone”

everything improvised: keyboard into looper and effect chain.

this used to be something completely different
it was much more physical
you would fill a room, frame the context
the movement was intuitive to the outlet
you got a feeling of where you were,
you were all too aware of who you were with,
and you knew you were not one for identity,
it was an intimate process

then you would create for that space
for those people
every tone precious

because possessing the collective emotion of a moment used to be the artistic process. it was a labor, anything but immediate. it was dire. it was honest.

now we live elsewhere always
we read what we want to read, listen to who we want to, and decide what we wish to learn and unlearn
in every moment we are right
in every moment we are all artists
because all art is now is each person's perspective.
everybody performs. nobody watches.
empty vessels are all we are, looking for a reason to matter.

sure sure