This recording, starting around spring 2006 and ending somewhere a year later (spring 2007?) is pretty self-explanatory. I never listened to my answering machine. I watched the message count grow, guessed at who might be calling, and stubbornly avoided confronting whatever it was that was growing in the entryway. Not calling. Calling. Pleading. Guessing. Not giving up. Fucked-up and Making Up. I was an asshole.
Recordings of my favourite places in New York. February 2017.
Recorded by dear friends Jennifer Tzar and Adam Loomis, at their home (patio) in Hudson, NY (with some ambient noise and chit-chat from birds and neighbors.)
The Source Family "To The Principles For The Children"
This recording, starting around spring 2006 and ending somewhere a year later (spring 2007?) pretty much says it all. I never listen to my answering machine, I see the numbers of messages grow, guess at who might be calling and worry worry worry.. I've heard so many hurtful things from those machines, I'd rather not know, in the end. I'd rather imagine simpler things and forget them too. Not calling. Be? Getting called. Guessing? Pleading. Fucked-up. Making up. Self-preservation. I am an asshole. I guess.