Sound Wheel is artist and musician Alison Mosshart's first solo spoken word album and companion piece to her new printed collection of paintings, photographs, short stories and poetry, Car Ma.

It is an album about cars, rock n' roll, and love. It's an album about America, performance, and life on the road. It's an album about fender bender portraiture, story tellin' tire tracks, and the never-ending search for the spirit under the hood.

Mosshart imagines the auto body shop like some other Coney Island. And America's highways, the last great roller coasters. She shows us that the engine on fire is connected to the guitar feeding back since birth. And the sensation of walking on stage and facing an audience is like the laugh before the scream in a car without brakes.

Mosshart ruminates that automobiles, with their doors and mirrors and windows, engines and wheels and radios, portray us. Mirror our need to be in or to exit, our inward reflections and outward visions, our lifetimes of tinkering with the mysterious heart. That which runs until it doesn't.

Throughout history the car has been a symbol of freedom and hopeful adventure. It stands to reason it is also a symbol of our subsequent spinning out... over things we never thought could happen during a song that fucking good with the volume up that fucking loud.

 

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Sound Wheel

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Sound Wheel is artist and musician Alison Mosshart's first solo spoken word album and companion piece to her new printed collection of paintings, photographs, short stories and poetry, Car Ma.

It is an album about cars, rock n' roll, and love. It's an album about America, performance, and life on the road. It's an album about fender bender portraiture, story tellin' tire tracks, and the never-ending search for the spirit under the hood.

Mosshart imagines the auto body shop like some other Coney Island. And America's highways, the last great roller coasters. She shows us that the engine on fire is connected to the guitar feeding back since birth. And the sensation of walking on stage and facing an audience is like the laugh before the scream in a car without brakes.

Mosshart ruminates that automobiles, with their doors and mirrors and windows, engines and wheels and radios, portray us. Mirror our need to be in or to exit, our inward reflections and outward visions, our lifetimes of tinkering with the mysterious heart. That which runs until it doesn't.

Throughout history the car has been a symbol of freedom and hopeful adventure. It stands to reason it is also a symbol of our subsequent spinning out... over things we never thought could happen during a song that fucking good with the volume up that fucking loud.