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I scrub down the entrails cast now in wire forcing fast horsehair to form audible friction, with wood, metal, keratin, and navel craft comprehensible tension; and I study such tension to form a portfolio of frequencies from which to draw and cause emotion on cue: to tease my tactile habits is to hone my habitual expression (they say); I ask the doctor and take this aural tool --a theory of not colors but a fifth wheel-- as directed, and use it to forge links between acoustic flailings to turn feelings into gears that line up just as the label instructs. And so I train my instincts to match the mold taught in this cramped and unfamiliar womb; and I teach my hand to tremble uniformly.
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
Practicing Bass
I scrub down the entrails cast now in wire forcing fast horsehair to form audible friction, with wood, metal, keratin, and navel craft comprehensible tension; and I study such tension to form a portfolio of frequencies from which to draw and cause emotion on cue: to tease my tactile habits is to hone my habitual expression (they say); I ask the doctor and take this aural tool --a theory of not colors but a fifth wheel-- as directed, and use it to forge links between acoustic flailings to turn feelings into gears that line up just as the label instructs. And so I train my instincts to match the mold taught in this cramped and unfamiliar womb; and I teach my hand to tremble uniformly.
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
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