...for John Cage
As I was rolling in the bins from the street to the side of the house, I heard 12,000 notes. The wheels of my recycling bin rattled and the body of the can rumbled. Overtones rang as a car passed by and as I walked through the gate the sound changed. I could hear bassy reverberations of the garbage can bounce off the fence, echoing slightly on the second or third second before I understood what was happening. The top of the empty can clattered and skipped out higher pitches pouncing after each brick. It was beautiful.
