On stage, a woman taps at synthesizers and drum boxes, creating alien noises with her fingertips. Across the room, behind the soundboard, senior Jack Tarpey listens with earphones askew. He tweaks dials that correspond to synths, drums, and vocals, transforming a tangled racket into a starry, liquid melody.
The music is neither of sea nor space, but somewhere equally otherworldly: the Duke Coffeehouse, a café and show venue straddling the Duke-Durham border at the edge of East Campus.