This piece is for day 6 of my 365 project. I am speaking into a virtual room — unlike Alvin's, but performing a similar process. My voice will be looped through the room-simulator until the resonances in the room are all that remain.

All we are, decays

I'm waiting for the call, I'm waiting for the call, I'm waiting for the call, I'm waiting for the call, Lord, I'm waiting for the call, Waiting for the call.

Lyrics busked out on a theme started three years ago. Sometimes it's handy to keep notes lying around! Conductor 71 ---------------- Call for me, Conductor, Call for me, Call for me, Conductor, Call for me, I'm lost in the fog, Out here on the sea, Out here on the sea, Call for me, My conductor I'm not sure, That our love, Will stop the moving stairway, Will stop the moving stairway, I'm not sure, If our love, Would stop, The stairway. Time stops for me, But I doubt it stops for you, I doubt it stops for you Time stops for me, But I doubt it stops for you,

…and so it ends…

The sun rose, just like every other day The birds woke, just like every other day He got up, just like every other day And nothing happened. Just like. Every. Other. Day.

4'33 is a shorthand for silence. February's recordings are not 'cover versions' but utilise the duration to highlight the listening experience. A performance of 4'33 is not simply sitting at a piano and not playing it; it's attending a performance, being attentive and listening - as if the pianist were playing - and hearing the environmental sounds of the moment. A performance of 4'33 in an anechoic chamber would be different for each audience member as their blood flow, heartbeat, latent tinnitus and so on comes to the fore during the performance. We can each attend our personal 4'33 every day – one is just required to listen for two hundred and seventy-three uninterrupted seconds, mentally closing the piano lid at the end. Music is, after all, “organised sound” - by defining bounds, the sound is organised — corralled — and music happens.