If I were describe this piece with as little words as possible it would be electrical chaotic chanting. I only notated about 30 seconds of the 5 minute piece The messy notation reflects how messy and chaotic the actual piece is. It begins with rhythmic static, which then leads to a horn melody which is present throughout the rest of the piece to give the piece some structure. They then start adding things in. Like accordions, more horns, a drum but only briefly. Though I never mentioned the second constant through this piece. The chanting. It sounds like 3, maybe 4 guys chanting something, its hard to tell what they're saying but its the other constant throughout the piece. Overall I thought this piece sounded like a drugged out fever dream where everyone is larger than you and you're stuck to listen or else you will be crushed. A group of men might also worship you looking down at you chanting to you? I might be taking the title too literally.
Blurring the Boundaries
To represent the reading I chose a toaster with bread popping out of it. To me this is because the act of using a toaster utilizes all your senses in a specific amount of time. First, you touch the soft fluffy bread, you set the time in which to wait for the transformation, then you push it down and wait. There might be a ticking sound of the timer, and then you will start to literally smell the transformation take place, until finally, it is finished and it pops up, sometimes with a bell. Depending on what type of person or what state of mind you are, it could surprise you, it could delight you, and as you see the final version of what was at first fluffy and soft, is now hard, and crunchy and hot to the touch. You even get taste in there because you eat it.
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