the sound i’d like to help make: more then one girl voice singing together, singing nice harmonies in a sometimes haunting and lovely and sometimes gritty way. Singing with and against a low and rumbling man’s voice; maybe a beatboxer or maybe just a machine made beat that sounds like how a record skips. a [...]

some voices sound out of lungs like a fine oak barrell, or at the edges of notes run their hands through dry grain, or play the sinews of the face and throat as though with a heart-broken bow.