Proportional to Our Perceptions

Radio Massacre International sings in my ears. Naturally, they don’t literally sing since the three of them have been bereft of voice since before the dawn of time. The instruments they wield with their nimble limbs like sekerky and krumpáče sing to me, as it should be. The human voice itself I’ve always found to be slightly overrated as an instrumental force. Time has been eking along at a plaintive, deliberate pace, as if to demonstrate to me and to anyone else who may be paying attention that the ripples that ease us forward during these indeed plaintive days have a frothiness proportional to our perceptions as individuals. Along the paths these ripples have driven me, I have relocated into a more spacious living quarters - a living quarters that includes my most ambitious of music-making studios to date. Ironically, I keep selling off equipment in an effort to align the immediate world around me with my minimalist aesthetic. I’ve spent a good deal of time within my new studio, but…