Glowball by Sky High Diamonds

I hear the planet sing as it plummets into a sonorous darkness, a strange uncertainty laced with interferences; white noise, brown noise, red noise, all the noises, in a tangible distortion, like every sound I have ever heard pushed through one hundred distortion pedals at once.

The stars hum in a low mussitation, distinguishable against the rhoncus rattle of people, places and things in a rising and falling glissando of sleepy and awake. The muffled cacophony of breath against breath, whistling, singing, mirrored in the whispering trees. These eolian instruments invoke a doppler effect as we rotate around each other, my binaural perception altered by every movement, becoming boomy, then tinny, then zing. I never knew I could orchestrate with trees. Then just as I am wrapped entirely in a sonic envelope of frequencies, I locate a rhythm of heartbeats and hoofbeats, the pulsing paradiddle of further resounding aliveness.

I feel the compression closing in all around me, attenuating, boosting, clamping, I grasp for some dynamic headroom to make sense, to find closure, to resolve, to normalise. But there is nothing but the tintinnabulation of bells, beautiful shimmering chimes, in the distance somewhere over there, as they have always been.

And in the fury and clamour I realise that when it goes dark the lights come on. This is the essence of ‘Glowball,’ a three track sonic pilgrimage on meditations with a Microkorg in times of global weirdness.

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