I manage a small country store in Adamant, Vermont at the Sodom Pond crossroads. When there is no one in the store I’m left listening to a silence populated with refrigeration drones, old building settling into oblivion staccatos, wind, geese, thunderous snow sliding off the roof, passing tractors, the town plow, and a chorus of boards warping

I manage a small country store in Adamant, Vermont at the Sodom Pond crossroads. When there is no one in the store I’m left listening to a silence populated with refrigeration drones, old building settling into oblivion staccatos, wind, geese, thunderous snow sliding off the roof, passing tractors, the town plow, and a chorus of boards warping beneath my feet. In this place I compose music. This is that music. This is music for electric guitar and oscillator panned hard left and right : the guitar signal is fed into a Fender amp with tubes and springs; the oscillator signal is fed into a Sunn solid state amp. Between these amps where the sounds form and overlap, negating or enhancing frequencies to create new and sometimes unexpected rhythms, patterns and harmonics are four microphones. The roughly 45-minute recording was made in one take with a minimum of post editing : fading in / out. There is also a second track. A sketch of several ideas for a time-tuned piano in a barn. The bells heard on this recording were played by goats.