I wanted to hear the gnashing of horns. I wanted a gang of sounds to fight it out on a rooftop somewhere, secretly recorded by a curious documentarian who would electronically deliver the recording to my front door. I wanted this conflict to resound into the night, to bounce off the walls of taller buildings, for soundblood to splatter the tar and mortar, for soundhair to be caught under soundfingernails. I wanted beautiful chaos to reset the things that needed resetting. I needed my own mirrors to defog and uncrack and for my body to shrink back to its former size and for my ears to remember the things they thought were lost. Thusly, I’ve come full circle.
Aloha – Protest Song
[from Sugar|buy]
