I always say “wordless” instead of ambient when I describe my instrumental interstellar flights (even stuff w/ abstracted dialogue). But now, after all these years, I wonder, is ambient music actually wordless?
That is to say, is a melody a form of lyric?
In an unrelated performance story:
My biggest performance fear is to be cringe. One line I draw is to never work anyone’s name into a song that doesn’t already contain that name. Like, if you’re name’s not “Brandy,” that song in my hands is never going to go “Andy” or even “Gandhi,” no matter how true to love your request.
Google Maps turns your roof into the most public part of your home.
My ADD runs interference where my OCD covers my ass. They get along in a strange way.
Assignment: Think about the journey towards Jungian individuation in every sports talk radio call
I think it is nice to be a little magical. Today we need this. All that we can read in fairy tales or in books. I think somewhere it is all around us. But nowadays we can think that this magic has been killed and I am try to make it survive as long as possible.
– Klaus Nomi, Interview, French TV, 1982
08:24a. Tuesday. 3rd Ave. “Aroma & Funky Fragrance” wholesale distributor loading bay. Guy in a hairnet, late-30s, bristle-beard, Carhart pants. Says into Samsung Galaxy: “…so now I lose her to a fervent Catholic? Do you think he knows about me?”
systems don’t get sidetracked
you can’t distract your car
no one should have to hide
who they are
but here we are
The last man standing on a Mountain with the same exact look as you
“I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” is a helluva insult to your brother or sister. You implicate them in a pretty dubious situation.