Fade Away and Radiate
I am listening to Eight Lines (1983) by Steve Reich and it is like looking at a field of activity, a terrain with many details that appear and disappear at intervals..
I am listening to Eight Lines (1983) by Steve Reich and it is like looking at a field of activity, a terrain with many details that appear and disappear at intervals. What starts out as sound becomes plane, surface and distance. The work envelops us and then releases us. We are vaguely aware of its boundaries or limits as we travel through its structure, they are out there on the periphery somewhere, as inevitable as a coastline.
