“one cannot arrive at the maturity for freedom without having already acquired it; one must be free to learn how to make use of one’s powers freely and usefully. The first attempts will surely be brutal and will lead to a state of affairs more painful and dangerous than the former condition, under the dominance”
immanuel kant
In music unlike sociopolitical matters a state of disrepair is a fine place to visit. It’s only sound. Musical brutality doesn’t inconvenience you. Punk rock noise no waves turn to ripples and then like glass. Your roof isn’t really leaking nor do you really live in a palace. It’s best to be homeless and free when the bugs don’t really bite and the sun doesn’t really burn.
The blank canvass of silence is the only eternal song. Cage put his name on it. The possibilities of sound are finite. Music has already been at the place Kant mentions. Our rewind and fast forward only go so far. Silence equals death.
beyond the streets alaskan tapes
“someday deep in the dark I feel you”