Sunday, March 28, 2010

Two Worlds of Sound

In the club. The music is shaking the floor. You can't separate the pounding beat of your heart and temples from the pounding of the floor, the walls, the shaking of ice cubes and bottles of liquor. In the middle of the crowd you move in union and yet in solitude. You are wearing the headphones of a boy dancing nearby, and he controls the music. It is slower with a fainter beat so you sway while the crowd bumps and thrusts. Eyes closed you are on two different floors of the club at the same time. Inside your car at a drive-in movie. Twin babies with two independent pulses. Singing in surround sound. Playing the drums in an ocean cave.

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Born and raised under the Los Angeles sun and smog. At sixteen spent some time in LA County Juvenile Detention Center, although never really learned her lesson. Moved to Boston for the classic college experience. Spray painted graffiti in the Paris Metro during six month stay in the Marais. Survived an ultra fabulous and frightening internship at Vogue Magazine while living at a nunnery in Hell's Kitchen. Lived a year in Seoul, a city which can only be compared to a Disneyland theme park. Written four hundred sixty-four words of an undisclosed masterpiece novel. Currently pondering her next adventure and also the meaning of her memoirs from an artist's loft in dirty Brooklyn.