Austin — Tonight I enjoy the simple act of opening my shut mouth, like a baby bird asking for a serving of worm. I drop my jaw and spring it back shut. Drop, shut, drop, shut. Little bits of music pop out each time.
I move between watching the physical sensation and hearing the resulting sound. It’s the former that is most interesting to me this evening. After having all my capacities at work for the last four days, and flapping my jaw with words and ideas a thousand times, it’s sweet and relaxing to simply open and close it for blurts of music.