“I Am Sitting in a Room” by Alvin Lucier
This was not the maddening repetition of a nagging adult. It seemed to me, in my early 20’s when I first heard it on the radio while sitting in a dark, tiny workspace, that this carefully and gently spoken statement of intention as it transformed into a different language with each progressively distortive echo was a unique statement of a time and place, reflecting some notion that each of our lives or movements in periods of our lives are efforts to resonate a message of our existence. It was the sound of some deep space, a whale’s song, both devastating and lovely.
When I got the CD, sometimes I would sit with cigarettes and a drink and be still, and occasionally it replaced The Cocteau Twins as my sleeping music. Listening to it again now, it’s kind of amazing that it’s 45 years old.
Questions, compliments, (hopefully not) complaints?
Contact Jackie Clark: jackie [at] coldfrontmag [dot] com.
See all Songs of the Week here.
Follow Song of the Week on Twitter: @nohelpforthat