Listen to: Grow Slow by Peeple Watchin’
I don’t wanna die but I don’t wanna live in this body I was born in, in this world I can’t forgive. They call it a performance, seems I forgot my line. I’m a rotting fruit I think I’m runnin out of time. I told you who I was, you said you saw it too. If I committed to that person could I really see it through? The only thing that’s passing is my youth. Fortify my stubbornness and suffer the abuse. It’s a long road with violence all around…it’s a heavy load but I won’t let it drag me down no. I never found comfort but I learned to read their cues. A copy of a copy of a copy no one ever knew. I see me in the mirror and sink into my guts. The reflection comes back clearer— I’m just a stranger to myself. I told you who I was, you said you saw it too. If I committed to that person do ya think I’d see it through, ‘cause the only thing that’s passing is my youth. Oh no, alright, ya grow slow, yer alright. No no, alright. It’s real slow. It’s alright.
CIANURO [Power Lunches - 26-05-14]
Q: And Children? A: We Are Devo!
The Friday - Our Body Made in Fukushima
when an entire class of elementary school kids gets on stage to half-ass a performance on their recorders for their parents in the audience, would that technically be dissonant/freeform/chaotic enough to qualify as musique concrete? was i accidentally a noise musician for a day in 3rd grade? are all elementary school music teachers really just radical outsider artists on the low?