[[escuchar]] [[to listen]]

    John Cage murmurs under his breath that perhaps we are being shielded.  Even with these ground breaking new electronics to push our limits into further realms of music making, we are still lost in the past, attempting to recreate what we know and are comfortable with hearing - with listening to.  When do we begin to throw the bowlines and break into the open sea of sounds' possibilities.  Make a piece of 'music' in complete silence.  Is this the furthest we can stretch?  It is quite, as it comes as a challenge to anyone concerned, as a joke to anyone not trying too hard to decipher it all, letting it just Be, for whatever Cage had in mind for it.  What is it we hear here, listen to, find, within these new soundscapes we're constructing.  Can we push beyond, or have we waned on th crescendo and reached a crest?  Caught in constant recreation or imitation of those that've been done. (Let's have it again, shall we!) Mix it in a little, spin it around, freshen things up a bit.  Or press repeat and find you've come to be quite good at the lyrics and tapping along, even when inconstant beats interject, seems to be no problem at all. 

  Where I like to follow Mr. Cage is the path he wanders down in notice of those subtle differences between what we are willing to label as music and what must remain in the categories of sound and noise.

"..IN THE PAST, THE POINT OF DISAGREEMENT HAS BEEN BETWEEN DISSONANCE AND CONSONANCE, IT WILL BE, IN THE IMMEDIATE FUTURE, BETWEEN NOISE AND SO-CALLED MUSICAL SOUNDS.."

  To incorporate the everyday into our musical lives could lead to intriguing experimentation.  Could/will/does lead, as he implies, to challenge the labels we concede upon these compositions.  But he, among a few clever others, has already begun pushing, and continue to push he will!  

   go Johnny go. 

   

acostar [con los sonidos]]

Sound: the underappreciated sense

sept. 10; wednesday. [i'm gonna take you to the woods] he declare.

a rustling entrance pickup and fade

crunchy gravel underfoot step step step we are stepping we

follow. footsteps (its quiet here) but in that

purposeful manner. we are waiting for it

distant murmur life outside the wood

growing roar engine by altitude

(cigarette seeps in through nostrils) i did not put that

there

covered ears. there is a muffled blackout

airplane engine direct overhead (we sit in its path) still breaks through the spaces between my cupped palms but something of

loneliness arrives; i am observing shadows cast upon my page, following eyes up bark and watching the leaves and trunks move cautiously into unison

i feel i am missing out on something (this place without sound) this motion

is underdone

i feel a part of it when it connects with me through drum. (funny i set an appointment to get my ears cleared today, unclog so i can Listen). a soporific tendancy in the muted

closed eyes. leaves me guessing; connect the sound to your choice apparatus, motif, source.i am enveloped in those unknowns but describables, pieces and pieces. all bits for connecting to. for linking; what does this remind me of? where does this

take me

to

make believe you are dreaming

interesting fluctuations perception will bend to

we take to further.

oatmeal gravel undertow and heel. planks. bridgecross banter.

muffled washout traffic. softened by this birch in layer. overlaps of bark and leaf

wind pickup childish squeal overhead jetline streamby. footsteps

hunger echoing in an empty stomach, gnawing at me from inside to out

slide zip rundown open access bus picks up speed. comes to pause [takes the curb

sniffling, paces, shifty automobiles and their voiced frustrations

treetop dances mild and momentary . then a surge

birdcall? band chimes in laughter calling enjoyment clap. bare court struck

balls to find hooplacement. rubber soles soul squeak yelps, scurry hoop rhythm vibration disappointment mustered lowtone mumbling, rim tremor, quiver to a plunge:

assault of the swoosh, cheer

through a gated pass, we thin out to filter between worlds; a wooded storyland and the univers(al) setting. "outside" its brighter here) feet hit asphalt. scrape. jeans too long anticipating the thin and wreck; spoils of threaded debris

yeahhhhohhhhh stairwelldownfeetfeetfeet [a clattering collaboration] down. latches. entrances

sewer water ripples, strong cricket undercurrent await

bookslap nonsense (commands) elevators papers rustle feet click clicking ticking clicking discussion chatter echoes comparisons double clickclick exit explanations telephone smiles scroll rattle entrance affirmations beeping acceptance entrance chatter (an intersection) air filtration aeroplanes honing in for a landing strip. transformers.. humm buzzz insectlike manmade rumble kick in fanblade spin and sputterrrr

[[soundscape]]

chimewindtreefollowslightsnapbitelanochelashojastomandoelcielo.

[soundwalk responsive notations]

bailando [west coast styles]

a treat from west of this

middle-of-the-road stance

we've taken 

[portland, or. to be precise]

  ¿ care to dance ?