Shrink Woolen Jumpers

Ritmi

only thing missing is the hum of the cat purrs. Then, the catalog is complete!

"If everything could be sung in the typical progression of the Rock and Roll - agreements in C, A minor, F, G - then everything would be simple. How many variations on a theme. The greatest drum solo I've ever heard it produced the flap of loose tarp on top of my machine that cut the wind at one hundred and thirty hour. In second place would put the wipers in the rain, but it is a rhythm more abstract, less animal. As the pace of a rabbit scratches his chin. The rhythms of the vision are sharp as a hawk swoop and a swan dive. Rhythms of slow movements in space. Rhythms of excavation as shovels and rakes and hoes and shovels and snow thrower. The rhythms of a pneumatic drill and make it look like Ginger Baker Keith Moon two poor wooden heads. Rhythms of a can of oil, a wrench rhythms. Playing cards in the spokes of the bicycle. A row of cartridges, rhythms firecracker. Rhythms of the propeller. Rhythms of crickets. Claws of dog ticking on wooden floors. Alarms. Rhythms of the pistons. Dripping tap. Tin tin against the wind. The water slaps the rocks. The flesh slapping flesh. The rhythms of boxing. The rhythms of racing. Turbulent streams. The hum of radio static in a car when the engine is in charge. Arrows car. Le luci al neon lampeggianti. Freccette gialle che lampeggiano. Le pompe d'acqua. Il ronzio del frigorifero. I sistemi di riscaldamento controllati dal termostato. Gli ascensori che tintinnano mentre i numeri si accendono a ciascun piano. I serpenti che strisciano nell'erba. In realtà qualsiasi animale nell'erba. Di notte. Le luci delle boe. I segnali delle navi. I segnali aerei. I campanelli d'allarme. I ritmi del clacson di una macchina bloccato. I ritmi del mangiare. I ritmi del masticare. Il ruminare di una mucca. Il rimastichio di un cavallo. L'affilatura dei coltelli. Le seghe a nastro. Il seghetto meccanico. Le seghe circolari. Le seghe elettriche. Qualsiasi ritmo di sega. Martello e chiodi. Il denaro sonante nel gioco del poker. Il mescolare le carte. I tassametri. I rhythms of water bubbles. The shot of ballpoint pens. The snap of metal clasps. The rhythms of the roulette wheel spinning. The rhythms of the tires. Shredding. Sew. Typing. The clatter of knitting needles. Parrots pointing the beak on wood. The scratching of chickens. Dogs that dig holes of moles. The birds, clean the pens. Raise the hammer of the guns. Slide the drum of the guns. Bolts. Levers. Pop nails. Far snapped his fingers. To crack bones. Fart. Spit. Shit. The rhythms of sex. Blink. Blow his nose. Coughing uncontrollably. The rhythms of the flicker of a candle. Houses that creak. Thawing of the ice. And you'd be a drummer? "

- Sam Shepard - from "The Moon of the Hawk" -