bigger (12/17/82)
Headset: an ode to the personal portable tiny eared plastic man, wired up for sound, listening, only listening, where do you put your eyes? with your cassette minded rewind, synthisizer frame, you stroll through this world, this music store, like Morrison reborn. ("honest to God, it's him") flag a rift for a sidestep, flip a beat this way, close it in from bothsides in your reproductive style. No, I can't hear the red rhythms you keep pulling from your hair, you keep shaking out of smiles.