Another Saturday

Another Saturday


…have to admit they’re getting better and better: more time, more adventures, more recording, more reading; Lucian talking-without-talking, walking-without-walking, all those secret hybridities that come from a mind stretched between a baby and a child. Towards the end of today’s recording session, hit with the tired feeling, sort of like I am out of ideas. I mean, one can only use a distorted tuba so much. In any case, love and thanks to Iryshka for arranging a work session today.

update: actually, got to hit the recording room again, since Yana stayed ’til 3pm; managed to give insectile birth to one more musical idea, one that hopefully emerges from its larval stage with wings.

Do Infants Dream of Electric Milk Bottles?

Sitting in bed, in the silver-blue glow of my laptop, watching my son sleep, soothing him first with sound when he wakes. Interestingly, more than half the time he wakes with a violent start, and starts crying immediately – before even opening his eyes. So I have to ask – is he having nightmares? Or is he simply hypersensitive to his situation- in the crib, not in the bed, and alone, no bodies next to him? I can’t decide. I know that he’s upset before he’s fully conscious. It makes me sad to think that a child of a mere 8 months could have anything in his head other than warm, fuzzy, liquid, fleshy happiness.