disc two track one - 2:06
written analysis (conceptual)
This piece begins with a shuffle, or
wave, from left to right, and rocks through out its duration.
It moves around, back and forth, in an attempt to simulate what
we each go through everyday. Daily urban sounds are used to strike
the listener with the stress these sounds represent, from ringing
bells, to approaching trains, to whispered voices, and mostly
undecipherable speedy sound, travelling too fast, or at times
too slow, to kick out subjectivity and understand. Moving around
in a whirlwind of symbols and uncertainties, the listener is left
clinging to the words spoken... the only things decipherable,
or directed, within the environment.
The words spoken, from start to finish, are ... "if"...
"If we remember,
that each day,
slow motion towards our death,
we'll know that to love, is all there
is time for."
The words are the piece and the piece
is the words. Love is the refuge of the rocking world. Love,
in a sense, is our mother rocking us, as well, as we learn to
deal with mobile madness. And what the listener holds onto during
this piece is the female voice - the mother, who is not rocking
or distorted, but remains in the same place, central to the space
provided, assuring us that love is all we have time for. We are
born to die. We are born needing love. And as long as there
is love, there is life. I must say this piece touched me, and
came at a good time.
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