lovely random things i remember from a lovely sound and music teacher i once had named mr. moore:
where do you start from: the middle or the edge of nowhere?
to hear and receive the ear has to send out particles and give.
a membrane as open and sharing cells of interaction.
his love for open software like linux, but total inability to figure it out.
is a river still the same after a drop dripped in?
trying to explain the turing machine. or granular synthesis.
his love for the name "trieste" and the melancholy way he imagined the city to be.
the magic of tape and loops.
his soft and humble and always a little lost voice.
i always felt too good coming out of his classes. as if some blueish, soft light had shone on all things and left a memory of something wonderful.