Enter: Sound / On Reusing Music

If someone asks me to imagine the word forget, I think of walking to the outer dorms on a rainy day.

Disquiet

It has always been a tenuous thing, your ability to tolerate your surroundings.

I can't explain why but I do feel like I was born close to some kind of portal to elsewhere, to other memories and places.

A Darker Color

Every street in Paris is layered in songs. Every street in Paris is layered in ghosts.

Interlude: the keystrokes of transitory—the movement in the rest—the inhale before the storm.

From the Editor: The Cadenza Issue

Jazz in blue & grey, in light & cloud. Jazz like circadian rhythm, like cityscape dreaming, like still before the train comes.

The Cadenza Letters (a selection)

I love jazz the way I love empty riverbeds and I love my girl's morning breath and I love the street after it's just rained.

V: Cadenza | Searchlight Song: "Stop Time"

Wait. Miles Davis is on. That’s half the picture right there. His muted trumpet braids silver around my veins.

I think the meaning of this piece and all of our music depends when and where and by whom it is being listened.

MusicGuestMay 24, 2018

I’ve learned from music to feel something in your gut. Then you know what’s what.