^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
10:14 a.m., 2003-01-30
steeped myself in music through the night, carving odd meter and hairbrained time signatures out of the necks of guitars and the hoops of drums and hammered-flat polish of cymbals. for hours into and partially through the night it was fast talk and arm waving and tapping on imaginary timing blocks and bitten-toungued concentration on sound. at times my eyes rolled back, at times we smiled, drumsticks were thrown and retrieved, guitar strings were punched, music was exhaled and spat out and wrung up and around our necks and abdomens.the air became thick with the hum of out-of-phase feedback chirps and snare buzzes from tuning strings and the ring of sustain translated from mahogany and maple and alderwood and wound steel and nickel to alnico magnets and shielded cable and quarter-inch jacks.
some will be forgotten, some will become more than a one-night, three-person posture.
