This song Where did I read our bodies are completely replaced
our cells sing. once every seven years? Cell of stone, cell of water,
John Cage asks cells born to carry this very thought. That man
you to hold a radio. I am not now. I am audience to a long-lost
You think you are only composition. The voices John Cage captures
this quiet spectator, but are a symphony breathed from the air
your very presence (Cage of any moment. I stand beside my
experiments) is a symphony former body who stands beside
composing itself. That's where himself and so on. We each
the radio comes in. There's no carry this radio in one hand,
such thing as silence. John Cage a microphone in the other.
walks through the crowd recording Cell of song, cell of sight,
found sound. Everyone in the theater whose static voice is this,
is holding up a radio tuned to a different whose subtle ear? Once
station. There's never such a thing as silence. every seven years we
The air contains every note our cells might sing. completely replace
Someone inside your radio is talking to someone this symphony
else. The composer is the only audience member. with itself.
This piece is intended to be performed by two pianists, one present, the other still arriving. Earlier drafts included a bright white computer screen.