I’m making some serious progress in my attempts to learn the language of the kitchen. For days now, I have lain in the kitchen, listening to every tiny sound, boiling the kettle and trying to hear its subtle song…and I think my housemates are getting a bit annoyed, but I can’t figure out why. You need some privacy to cook your rice, Susan? I’m trying to document the sad song of the refrigerator, have a bit of respect!
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be able to do this, but in a real, restaurant kitchen. Unfortunately, the only eatery I go to at the moment is Madama Bootyfly’s Emporium of Exotic Beverages, which is just her living room converted into a cafe. So it’s not like she has a commercial stove out there or anything; she just brews the tea on her normal stove and toasts the avocado toast in her normal toaster. It’s a great place, just opened a couple of weeks ago, but if I want real, commercial kitchen equipment then I’m going to have to look elsewhere.
I can listen through a door, of course. Just go to a restaurant, hover near those swinging doors and drink in the sound of their commercial oven as they walk through holding plates. Such a rich and vibrant song, like…eeeeeeeeehrn. That’s it, that’s exactly what it is. I reckon I could make a whole album out of a single kitchen. How have I never noticed these sounds before?? The whole world sings to us, just like guru said, but I never really registered that it might be the WHOLE world. Just, like…the bits of the world I personally find interesting.
Well, kitchens are definitely interesting. Commercial deep fryers sing me the song of their people now, whenever I go to get chips. It’s the only way to live. And when I turn it into an album for fun and profit, everyone else will hear the song as well.