Even if I missed the train (deadline) of the disquiet0719, it fits with, flirts with, the notion of time, timing, riding off the rails of the metronome -- a close listener will discern a distant tick of the 60bpm (the living room clock), l'horloge sinistre, the pulse of time being ultimately a matter of the heart of things, the clock may be dry or wet, molten or frozen, the metronome stuck on itself, liberated, djam karat (rubber time) or, as my friend Eryk Nowacki told me, kal, in Hindi, means both tomorrow and yesterday. Or was it, is it, will it be, the other way around. Only spider lady and coyote knows. Ceasul Meu is Romanian meaning My Clock.
