Lurm is the brainchild of me, Adrien Converse. It’s the name I put on the creations I pull from my deepest, weirdest, hardest-to-make-sense-of intellectual wanderings. Ideas for what I make come to me in dreams, or while I’m floating in sensory deprivation tanks, or when I’m wandering around in the woods, or when I’m standing on my porch in the rain. They feel important even though I don’t know why.
Almost every week I extend my explorations to others in my youtube livestream, where I live-compose 20–40 minutes of music inspired by a secret or a story or a riddle or a thought fragment that someone shares with me.
remember this tomorrow.
it’s not exactly a note for you, or even a sign.
don’t they ever stop to ask
what lives inside the cracks?
you can associate me with some kind of magical sign.
he wraps cold coils around your shoulders, believing they’ll hold you safely in place
what functions have been sourced beyond you
buried under misplaced trust?