Austin — Nature’s calls are simple. They don’t strive for deluxe. The ones I hear in the park today are just repeating the same patterns. The doves, the grackles, the squirrels, the car engines. I try the same thing.
One call … but which to choose? I don’t. I just take the one that’s next, slow it down, put space between the repetitions. I listen in the spaces for other voices. Will a mate appear? Not today.
After a while I drop into a chant trance, immersing more in the nature of things, content with this simplicity. In nature, it’s right that the individual players have simple parts. Together the composition is untranscribable.
Maybe it’s our assertions beyond such simplicity that mess things up.