The other night, I was at a party and ear beating somebody. Like, giving someone the most brutal ear beating of all time. I was talking to them about my modular synthesizers. His eyes had glazed over. This, I’m sure, doesn’t happen to you ‘cause you have a regular practice, but, like, it was like I was sitting in a giant yappy meat robot and I’d lost control of the mouth function. Like, I couldn’t stop myself from talk. I’m yapping about modular synthesizers, I’m looking at this guy…
-All he’s thinking is: how do I get away from this dude?
-And I am thinking: How do I get away from this dude?
Materia & Cle – Complicated Arrangements
