Pray tell an old soul if this is what music is, or should be? Tell me where the beauty lies: in the woods of mechanical noise interspersed with bits of our routined everydays? Is it not supposed to be a distraction or an escape? Is it supposed to be like existence itself? Is that where the beauty lies? In the future of sound? Should we re-christen it sound then? So tell me, this peculiar music needs a backbone of projection mapping to support itself? Shouldn't we maybe, then, call it an installation, instead?
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