I’ve grown more than a little obsessive about the idea of non-recordable music in recent years. We’ve gotten so used to archiving, taping, recording, storing for posterity, that the original itself sometimes gets lost in the shuffle. Why bother going to a concert when you can listen to the CD?

This has caused me, in a way, to bifurcate myself musically. One part constructs music that only exists in recorded form, music that never had an initial performance, but was constructed block by block. The other part creates music that can’t be recorded at all, music that incorporates multiple senses and that depends on the whim of the musicians and a few rolls of the dice. If one managed to create a multi-media video of a performance, the result would be nothing but the record of an iteration of the work rather than the work itself.