I went to see Grasshopper, among other noise bands, again at The Cake Shop last night, and have decided that I can only describe this medium through metaphor. Therefor, I now introduce to you my very first NYCultureblog Poem, Grasshopper on Ludlow Street:
Grasshopper on Ludlow Street
Between smooth jazz and torn steel,
Metallic street signs warble,
bending to the will of the wind.
An elephant devours a canary mid-song,
and complains of indigestion.
crystal rims shrill in the darkness
to the accompaniment of chainsaws.
Sound lurches fiercely against the bars of its cage,
crying out that struggle
is freedom.
A calm sets in,
a shattered silence,
and distortion becomes clear.