I grew up in a family that was both religious and poor, flitting between my mother’s trailer park Catholicism and the Southern Baptist church I went to with my grandmother. I wanted to recreate the feeling of sitting in the hot, dusty buildings on Sunday mornings, with someone playing the piano and the sound of flies buzzing as you swat them away. I had my partner, who also grew up Catholic, play some piano on my house’s out of tune Yamaha, then recorded some flies in my kitchen and overlaid the two in Soundlab.
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