A simple idea we had to rehearse. I had my wife sing a 7-note sequence. She wanted me to edit her breaths out but they're essential to the understated rhythm of the work. I couched her vocals in some synths and envisioned a floating space cathedral where the distant descendants of Zen monks would contemplate the nature of multiple realities while formulating poison. (Vox + toxin… I'm such a sucker for portmanteaus.) Listen to this with candles + scents.
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