performance 12/29/09

In this momentary explosion of everything and nothing expressing an inside impulse of four people in a room. They play on forever and why not? What’s out there beyond that double glass door can be seen in here, compacted into a capsule of what makes our heart beat… Making shapes in the rhythm of our breath, that become letters and words and memories and experiences. Or maybe it’s just the paint fumes making us high. All that goes on here that will never be watched, only imagined. What happens anywhere that will never be seen… All some kind of expression in the dark, in a moment now then gone. Still the thumping low round strumming of a base guitar and the light tac-tac of my acoustic played always by someone other than me. But carries us anyway far away or drives us further into the ground.