superimposition
It seems like once in a while, unrelated things combine to create something unique. Tonight, while sitting in the kitchen at the ambulance base, I auditioned Robert Rich’s album Open Window, a collection of improvised instrumental piano solos that are nothing short of breathtakingly beautiful.
While listening on my open-air Grado headphones, the sounds around me blended with Robert’s music. What would in nearly any other situation be an annoyance became an organic superimposition of sound: behind Rich’s subtle piano notes came the muffled voices and dissonances of the dispatch radio, the quiet scratch of one partner’s pen against a stack of paper, and the occasional swoosh as the other partner turned pages in her glossy textbook.
These things will never happen in the same order, at the same time again. Try as I might to repeat the experience or synthesize the results, it was as stochastic an experience as is possible. It will be different with each repetition; a new and unique and singular experience.
If you’d like to try out your own version, check out Open Window at magnatune.com, or listen to it here: