“Although a fashioner, the demiurge is not necessarily the same as the creator figure in the monotheistic sense, because the demiurge itself and the material from which the demiurge fashions the universe are both considered consequences of something else.” (Wikipedia, after Plato)
The exact nature of a demiurge depends on who you read—sometimes it’s something that shapes the world, sometimes it is the material world emanated out of thought. So to be demiurgent seems matter of fact, for both the musician and the music. We shape and are shaped, it shapes and is shaped (this is Plotinus’ “self-reflection of the indeterminate vitality”).
This isn’t meant to be a philosophy lesson, just some context, some light provocation. The goal has been to fold several reels of real together: live improvised performances, field recordings, studio manipulations, analog and digital instruments, over and over, in order to make something that felt more dwellable, with more capacity for vitality at times, more space to reflect, to make trouble and stay with it in a contained way, than some recent reality. It is, of course, also highly imperfect.