March 25, 2022
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when they tell you the body is the instrument
The body:
The singer’s instrument
The body:
Recent Covid prison, achy, wracked with coughs
The body:
What I thought I was escaping by spending so many teenage hours making music, slipping into a plane of sound that was higher or more worthy (I thought) than my own solidity, despite the burgundy polyester choir dresses that showed everything we wanted to hide, despite the obvious inescapable physicality of creating sound from diaphragm and lungs and glottis
The body:
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