Drone

You know, I have no idea what to call the artifacts of my work…oh, geez, pretentious much?

I have no idea what to call the audio I make. The genre it best marches is Drone…and even though it’s been around since the mid-twentieth century, few know of it.

And Drone has too many meanings
Radio controlled toys and flying death machines
Low ranked or oblivious worker
Mindless follower
Background noise
A musical form that played with note lengths and timing
An digital music genre that shapes overlapping waves
The sound of existence

Drone is the sound of the fabric of reality stretching to accommodate existence
It’s the self creating scofffold straining under the weight of being

That’s how I use the word Drone

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Franklyn Monk

Poet. Geek. Science fiction aficionado. General freak.
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