I had visions, I had wings, a volcano. It's like somebody hitting you on the back, hammering. Like I had a man running up and down my stomach, like a pressure pot. Let's listen to Bonehead. It's like a representation of what I feel, if you could look. The representation of my character would be a sound like this. Is like the satisfaction of a person that makes good jokes. I love when the drums play like it doesn't fit with the rest. When it doesn't make sense and then again it does. Also when it never makes sense is good. Charlie Parker is like an oscilloscope going fast, Mingus is like slower waves, Coltrane is liquid, round, like a river, dense. Is warm, visceral. I become fire. You know when the matches light up and are big under?

Heavy, fast, uncoordinated drums. Screaming. Deep wind instruments. Noise of brushing with solid objects on regularly uneven surfaces. Strong percussive sounds e.g. hit metal table with a baseball bat. Polyrhythmic layered patterns. Chanting. Committed visceral crystalline phrasing. The sound of a chips bag being manipulated. Unexpected pauses/silence. It should feel like: a kick on the lower back. Melting into magma. Muscular spasms. A small person walking in your stomach. Preparation: listen to Mississippi Fred McDowell for at least 1 hour.