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Ok, the first snowflakes hit the ground today, I guess I can’t deny it any longer. It’s winter. Slowly but surely we have to take those cosy winter coats and scarfs out the boxes and put them back in the closet. It’s amazing what you find in their pockets. Notes, checks, little pieces of paper and that earring you’ve been looking for all summer. And with them you find places and people and sometimes when you dig deep enough, you’ll find last winters emotions and in the best case their memory puts a smile on your face. And then there’s that moment when you have to decide whether to put all that back in your pocket or throw it away. Maybe you decide to sort it out later and carry them around for a bit, but after a while they get all mixed up with the new stuff that you put into your pockets and every time you reach into your pocket, you spend aaaaages just to try and get your shit in order and you end up forgetting what you were looking for in the first place.
I also figured that memories and emotions can be some heavy shit, even if you put them deep down into the darkness of your pocket, at some point the weight of your coat is gonna drag you down. Of course you could just take the coat off. That might be the easiest way to get rid of the weight but there will be a winter next year and you will have to deal with it again once the temperature drops. So you might as well just dig your pockets for the extra baggage and sort out what is trash and what is worth keeping. Letting go of something is hard, even of something you didn’t think about all summer.
I will start this winter with empty pockets.
I think. What about you?
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You remind me of music
my mind’s spinning around being exclusive
you are trippin me out, boy no doubt
The nature of this thing is yet to be defined
’cause it’s beauty sleeps between the lines
wakey wakey rise and shine
in the meantime, I get high on the beauty of your mind.
Somewhere ‘tween overdose and detox
you make me wanna flood your inbox
with pictures of my naked self
labeled with the titles from my mind’s shelf
no shame in my game
as long as I am falling asleep, thinking your name
I knooooow it’s ridic, but this thing I can’t fight.
Believe me. I’ve tried.
You know that I am addicted to you, right?
A medley of strangeness and intimacy
feat. digital sensuality
is playing on my mind. Repeatedly.
It borders on felony to make this become reality
but I’m thinking: actually,
if a probable illusion causes that much confusion
and also seems to form a band
too strong to be broken without hands
….ah well whatever whatever whatever
gooood, girl just get it together!
All I really wanted to say
is that I’ve been touched in an incomparable way.
You inspire me.
Can someone please just keep an eye on me ?
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The whole thing is a onetake recording, I created the voice effects right on the spot with the joystick in my hand. #Atarinized…..love it.
Special Thanks to DJ Rafik for the Sound-Effect-Joystick hook up and undeniable dopeness and to the Weeze Airbase Museum Guard for being a lovely person.
Producer: Tim Ottowitz (Cobain Cartel)
Camera: Mathäus Jagielski (Studio 5)
Camera2: Henry Bigalke
Thanks to: Tran21, Julian Hüsken, Weeze Airbase Museum, Pascal Pollack, Torsten Baier
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