garbled raze i think it was a field recording. an old man singing to himself through hiss and missing teeth. and then i guess someone took those twenty seconds of clouded sound, looped them, and got a whole goddamn orchestra to give that voice something strong to stand on. horns and harps and all. it went on for fifteen minutes. the same thing over and over again. i couldn't even make out the words. something about jesus walking through the past, i think. or maybe he was on the path. i didn't know if i was hearing subtle changes in the arrangement, or if it was my mind's way of creating movement where there wasn't any in a stab at staying sane. i was ready to put my fist through one of the speakers when it all went away and i found myself wishing for more time with a man who must have died before i was born, though i'll never know his name now or what moved through his mouth when some small piece_of_a_prayer he must have written himself was caught on tape. 240519 what's it to you? who go blather from