museum music

composed, produced, written and performed by Linnaea

dialogue recorded in David's apartment, downtown St. Louis, while making gnocchi, 2017

you wanna, you wanna

your passions caged in marble rubrics

men calculated the acoustics

ladies in blue bring out their broomsticks

now the gift shop's got you

kinda fucked up

kinda fucked up, don't it?

animated brushstrokes

wet drapery, oh

down in the basement, your ancestors' thievery, oh

you've been told your bones are pressed with Rodin's thumbs. You laugh, you think you sculpt yourself, but he sculpted everything else.

screaming sorry at the walls with broken beams, something women of your blood have always known but never seen. we point it out but never bleed.

play 'art history' as you browse