A very nice amplifier system
pulled from years of playing in a post rock band
where the same note for 20 minutes
made you feel real deep and cool
standing at the show, staring at the projector screen
black and white images of birds
buildings collapsing
now hooked up to theremin
and aimed at the house next door
who thought last night’s band practice was loud
‘Good morning, Philistines.’
and then conductor style waving of hands
shaking wildly as alien sounds are amplified
to unsafe levels
as if they were touching down
to a very sick score.
This is the first poem about a theremin I have ever seen. It is interesting how you capture the impact of the sound felt by people who think other people’s music is oppressive and the joy of being someone who finds music-making full of delight.