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Frequency Mix —

I compiled this audio clip in 2004.

The eerie background noise is sound from the planet Saturn that NASA had captured.

The clicking sound is RF frequency bleed-over from my (then current) cellphone into my bass guitar pickups, sounding over my amp.

Everything else was my mind trying to cope with the after-effects of 9/11. I had an idea of creating an audio compilation of things that concerned me about what was happening in the United States after 9/11/2001. This was the result, and I’d say it’s artistically accurate representation of what was stirring around in my brain for so long. Every voice, every sound means something to me regarding the slow and steady erosion of what my country was supposed to stand for.

Looking back 19 years, I remember it all. Waking up to a friend knocking on my bedroom door, telling me, “Dude, America is under attack”. My eyes still hazy, something jarred inside myself that never quite let go.

All the rest is what we’ve all experienced together.

The world changed, for the worse, in some ways we predicted and others we did not.

I remember not too long ago reading a question on r/AskReddit – something to the effect of, “Why are all young people so depressed?” and the top answer was: ‘9/11 happened and nothing got any better.’

In a lot of ways I concur with that sentiment. Though I was 21 years old in 2001, I can only imagine what kind of long term effect watching planes hit, and the twin towers collapse, over…and over… on the news, in a seemingly endless fucking loop… had on those younger than me at the time. Trauma is like mold; it just keeps growing unless you know how to get rid of it.

Unfortunately I can’t say that overall, things have gotten better

What I do know is that I have tried to stop obsessing over things that are largely out of my control. Not to say that I cannot make a difference, but it’s too difficult to hold that kind of weight on your shoulders, especially when I had nothing to do with it. I was an innocent bystander. The best thing for me to do is ensure my life is the happiest, productive and fruitful as possible – with my *own* endeavors, not the endeavors of those in power who wish to use the innocent people of the world as pawns in their sick game of chess.

We are beggars, all.

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