1/November

She sang to me over the phone. It tried to reproduce the sound she created with its speaker. The speaker isn't sufficiently equipped to reproduce the sound to even an adequate degree. It cuts out certain frequencies and coarsely accentuates others. It creates a hacked, garbled monster, pieced of the original. She sings out in digital, a piercing hologram of a love song from Juliet to Romeo (Bellini). It breaks me up, I love the degeneration. I love the friction of re-creation. I feel something in common with this little electronic singer. Trying to replicate the divine with its flawed machinery.