There is a practice to preparing the perfectly tied skate. It is acquired over time and patience; many painful practices and games before getting it close to just right. Every player has a trick of their own, ’cause the fucking things are painful at the best of times. All editorials aside, there is a certain fluidity and tension in those few moments spent getting the blades on the bottoms of your feet.
I am still left rather startled at this /idea/ intruding on me this way. Being present and oddly potent. It all started with a few recordings at a Canadien vs. Toronto game at the Molson Centre in Montréal in 02012. Something in those WAV files infected my imagination.