Wow, can that kid blow! It’s a bird, it’s Superman – no, it’s a train!

If one travels often by rail, one grows used to hearing the juxtaposition of steady tempos and sudden sounds. The longer the journey and the later the hour, the more likely one will be lulled to sleep by the former notes, only to be awoken by sudden screeches or conductors’ announcements. The Lost Line captures this incongruity – sleep, don’t sleep – by lengthening the time in which each tempo is steady, but by varying the sources from track to track (pun intended). As soon as one grows accustomed to a certain pace, one relaxes, until it changes again. ”Vanishing Point” sounds harsh at first, but develops what one would be hard-pressed not to call a melody mid-piece. By the end, it sounds like a jazz solo, a jumble of horns riffing on a theme. Wow, can that kid blow! It’s a bird, it’s Superman – no, it’s a train!

Wow, can that kid blow! It’s a bird, it’s Superman – no, it’s a train!