Orgue Agnes A Une Gorge

This is dance music and this music dances. We rub the music. We get rubbed. We get knee-deep in the music. We hang on it. Dancing is a form of reflection - a form of listening. Our bodies reflect off of the music. The music bounces and pings and pongs all around us. The music is not inside us. It is all around us and we grab it with our arching bodies - "a great ball of hot stuff" and we throw it around. And it throws us around. It is soft and wild. We dance outside of ourselves like laughter. What a dream. "This is electric." This is reflective music and this music reflects. When we talk about reflection we are not talking about contemplation, that is something else altogether. Reflection happens between things, right there on the surface. It bounces around- always moving. Sunlight bounces off a window and blinds us. Reflection is bouncing and dancing. "And now I am free. I can hardly see in front of me." This is electrified ping-pong music. This music pings and pongs. Ping-pong balls are commonly used in experimental piano music. They are chancey things. And they are cheap; you can buy a wack of them for next to nothin'. Orgue Agnes bounces in loose time and dances and reflects. It is reflective bouncing dance music. With little effort - or little to no intention - ping-pong balls set off a derive of small detailed sounds. They are lit alive - light and lighthearted. They jump for joy. I am talking about Orgue Agnes and ping-pong balls. A lot of A Une Gorge sounds like it was made with electrifc ping-pong balls bouncing inside of a throat or a mouth. A mouth-full of electricity. A throat (like a mouth) is a filter. "wah wah woah wow-wah." A mouth-throat is a wah. Une gorge is a dancehall. Orgue Agnes A Une Gorge and this music sounds like it was made inside of one. As strange and wonderful as it sounds.