I have ideas bubbling forth from my brain pretty much from the second I clock in at work until the second I clock out. Synthesizer lines blend with impossible drum parts, battling the classic rock icons I equally adore, making my lips twitch and stutter as bursts of noise cruise my windpipes on their way to my ears, eventually completing its round trip journey back to brain. It makes work more pleasant and unpleasant.
In these moments of action I see songs and albums assemble, and succumb to exhaustion, never to encounter other ears excluding those that note my quickly flushing face and the abrupt stoppage of sound.
Its ok. Really it is.
In the next week, I will post a review/interview with Toni Oswald and Max Davies of The Diary of Ic Explura, based on the second part of A Love Letter to the Transformer.
