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In the cracked decade of drones, pandemics, and screens, (hint: this one) there lived a musician who could carve out pure silence and squeeze holy improvisation from it. A noble […]

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He noticed then that there was no clear moment when intention turned into sound. The hand moved, the note arrived, and only afterward, did he recognize it as a choice. […]

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Minds are a game and you are both player and the actual game. Both at once.The improviser once believed discipline meant domination, outthinking the instrument, forcing coherence where none wanted […]

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When you start listening to dissonance it leads to querying how melodicism works or why sounds which are less sweet are unacceptable. Most pretend strangeness is best left alone. A […]

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from a student journal last year: Those above you praise your mind.Those below you question it.

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Soon it will be the anniversary of Lennon’s murder, that national psychic car crash of 1980. I remember the night like a concussion. One of the zillions of poor bastards […]

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The real curse was remembering it alone. They had all taken the drug. All of them. “We never took anything,” they said.“What are you talking about?”“You must have imagined it.” […]

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The world, as it turns out, is a master bureaucrat. It closes doors without looking up from its sandwich. First the manager quit. Then the label ghosted, proving corporations can […]

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I had a friend once. We aren’t friends now. It’s over because I don’t see politics the way he does. I don’t think that’s a reason to end all talk […]

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The café was wholesome, the kind of place where they had three types of non-dairy milk and spelled milk, mylk. Andy sat there feeling like a person at the wrong […]