Pauline Oliveros - Bye Bye Butterfly

The dull, high-pitched sound of an oscillator is quickly penetrated by its own sharper staccato inflections. These waves rumble on out of phase, complicated by layers of their own repeating echoes. The sounds then merge into a low drone that is allowed to dissipate until the high-pitched wave dominates again. An operatic human voice suddenly cuts into the mix along with a string section, but these too echo and taper off before becoming indistinguishable in the mix, only to be repeated again. Here the drone returns, longer this time, like a cocoon diverting the brightness around it. All the while the atonality of the voices is enhanced by the grating whine of the oscillators, which remain always at a higher volume. Can any tone become a comfort by becoming familiar?