There are two modes in music – sound and at rest. There are two modes of snow – moving and at rest.
“Opening” is constant sound. There are no rests. Meditation grows from repetition. The engagement of the listener is the engagement of change within repetition. The same strident rhythm changes key and the mood follows. I awaken in a friend’s apartment alone and make tea in his barren kitchen. Snow flurries across the window. This is joy. This is meditation.
“The Royally Fucked” is repetition in space. Notes linger at rest. Sound does not definitively end. Sound only begins. The musician rests his hands. The sound remains. At night, when it is cold and my friends have gone home, I stand in front of my parents’ house. The snow is a void you can feel. The street lights are the only light. They shine constantly. This is sadness. This is meditation.