some scattered thoughts on the experimental

we allow experimentation in music and art only through our silence.

our reverence for the individual, which we undertake collectively for the sake of our own expansion and in honor of the experimental nature of our conscience.

appreciation of a mouthed fart noise is feasible, if sounded in sufficient concentration it has the potential to become the sublime.

the environment of life seizes our inner conscious and we begin the subconscious participation.

“experimental music” is the tapping into of the carrier waves of neuron receptors making them the principal chairs of the archestra.

you can tell when fellow artists are bored when they open their eyes, unmoving.

the personal and the collective become one without the other.