11 April 2025
A little reflection on making music with Calvin now that a few days have passed. Have been thinking about how the afternoon we spent in sound felt like such a literal flow; a drift down a river together, taking turns gently suggesting ways to shape the wind. What I so enjoyed about that process was the freedom we both felt to follow intuitive impulses towards contrasts: humble and giant, human error and programmed machine. And if one of our offerings became a rock in the current, we would only get stuck on it for a moment before eventually floating around it. That relaxed neutrality elevated the whole experience—friction lost any negative connotation. Instead it was just a color to observe and move through, or maybe mix with another to see what would happen. When I showed what we made to Yena, she said it reminded her of a recurring dream she used to have as a child where she fell down a black hole.