A hollow chamber's echoes let speakers be listeners, self-audience. Hear the crackle? Trembling stuttered mumbles for a voice. Pitch shifts as if a sneeze is imminent. The playback misses tonality instilled by brewing audio in sonorous chest or skull amplifiers: pockets of air between bone where sound can toss itself around, playing. Sonics arrive happy in the brain.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Empty Auditoream
at 10:30 PM Labels: 2 months one page colored maybe, images, near-journal
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