The other day I posted a flux score by F. Lieberman called . That piece was originaly titled “The Most Dangerous of all Danger-musics For Yoko Ono”. That night I read in a Rolling Stone interview of Yoko’s son, Sean that for a period of a year he woke up every morning by listening to Brian Wilson’s “Our Prayer” . This reminded me of a time when I kept a small shrine in my studio kitchenette… it consisted of various vessels and bodega candles and a box of Land O’ Lakes butter and Argo Corn Startch. It seemed then that God was everywhere and nowhere at the exact same moment. It filled me with the terrible laughter you can only laugh in an empty room all by yourself. After all the danger musics, I thought maybe you needed a good laugh.
