Jennifer Brookes: This is Seattle early in the morning, while a majority of the city is still asleep. The man driving bus 43 is giving free rides, steam is chugging out of holes in the asphalt and factory chimneys, crows are making eye contact with young ladies, and men are fishing off of pier 63. I have a hard time finding words to explain how strange it is, sharing these things with you. Sharing these things with you is strange. Photography is an honest practice; the things in these pictures happened. I sat at the front of the bus and took pictures of the things I walk past every day to get to work. I stood in the middle of an empty street drooling over the tops of buildings above the fog. The waterfront was covered in frost and the Olympic Mountain range was capped with snow and sunrise. These things are real, they happen to me. They’re strange to share because, in a sense, it means they’re happening to you, too.
Eric Peterson: Denver’s been unusually cold recently: often sub-zero temperatures at night, usually never crawling up past the teens during the day. I feel like I’ve gone from burning the candle at both ends to not burning the candle at all. It’s unusual. I’ll let you in on another secret (this one may be a little blasphemous), I have an almost instinctual, primal bias against electronic music. Kid A? Amnesiac? No thank you. I’ll stick with The Bends or OK Computer. Sounds are just vibrations, and I feel incredibly uncomfortable when I’m not in complete control of the vibration. I’m much more at home with a guitar’s string, the tines in a Wurlitzer, the head of a drum, or the air column in a flute, than the sound bank on a keyboard. This week’s piece was produced entirely on a Casio MT-240, which is a keyboard you would have given your child for Christmas in the late ’80s.
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