Rockprosa:

"All that's missing is baloons.
'Do you want to here this?'
He has, in his hands, the impenetrable black acetate of [en skiva av ett band]./.../
I lie on the floor. He puts the black vinyl on, then sits curled up in an armchair in his trademark green jumper.
I am captivated, captured and catapulted from the opening propulsive rhytmic bars of [en låt] with its snaking guitar lines, sinous bass pattern and [sångarens] /.../ voice. I lie there transported and transfixed. Some of it is /.../ physically hurts. It worksin a visceral way, involving all the senses /.../ Martin watches my reaction. He is utterly alive and alert. /.../ What he has done is to create such a sense of space and at the same time such a specific sense of place that you feel as though you are at times inside and at other times outside the music and that the music is within and without you. /.../you are in some cavernous underworld, /.../ in a dungeon, then trapped in a metal box, then stranded in your own cranium."

Osv. Söker material till ett endagssamtal jag ska hålla. Det ska heta nåt i stil med Kneading, following, forcing. BENDING MIND INTO MATTER. Eller Mind becomes matter. Det handlar om processen att tvinga, knåda, följa, öppna, bygga. Om transformation från luft och vilja till material. Hur strategisk man kan vara. Om skillnaden mellan att använda tydliga ramar i arbetet och att efteråt tvinga in sitt arbete i en tolkning och där förklara vad det handlar om.