"You Write Like A Girl"

For three to four hands - a piece like no other - dragged out of us like a broken tooth. Here we are opening our heads to you and you see nothing more than a slight fuzz of distortion and compression. This technology has stolen all the love from you now, taken away the hiss and buzz and made your songs nothing more than tinny diversions in your hands. We used to ignore that hiss; we turned off the Dolby so we could hear the top end and now it's all gone back to haze and mistake. No matter what the geeks in their white castles do to their sound modules, this piano might defy any analysis, leave us unable to tell you why it is different from the real thing but there is no question of how easy it is to tell the difference - half a second and I will tell you this - digital and depressing, not like the icy sound of the felt on wire, or the metallic harmonics of gut on strings. The world has exploded into this now, showering us with the shards and fragments of the meaning of music; no more feeling to a sound, just the humanist leavings of no God and no risk squeezed into your personal 2 Gigabytes, randomly throwing up something you bought but have never heard before and probably never will again. We saw Evelyn up there on the stage and we heard everything that she did not but also we felt in our bodies everything that she did in hers. We reeled at the processed screams of a mad woman, telling us of all the deaths she had known and so telling us of all the ones that we had known. All this processing, was real, unsliced, pushed like waves through air and electronics from mouths and beaters to our ears via warm and tuby electronics, fuzzy, hissy, breaking up like a waterfall in winds. And the radio! The bandwidth restricted, taking out the love again, pushing it into narrow gaps to race the sun to us at night - Moscow versus London - Soviets against the music and we felt and cried, still brought to stop with a few hertz of crackle in the winter air. Think of that when your phone shouts "Death" at you.