SUBCONSCIOUS UPLOADING
25 March 2008
Video inserts. I moved them around to make a collage. But not with Final Cut or with my hands. Mind moving frames. Jesse, in a suit, in the left of the frame, singing no keyboard. Shadow in the distance. Ultra marine low lit blue. Black and white 60s TV dominates the centre, emitting the static we remember as the past.
Flicker out and switch to Tanya Pea.
Upload the soccer video. Without the ball or the players or the field. Although, there was a field, a green field, and flowers poke out of the grass. Flowers. They just grew. What were they? We know data rates not names of flowers. The sun shines, warm on naked skin. Slight figure before the camera. Love camera. Boyfriend camera. God camera. He looks like my reflection with a metal outer shell and I see me through his eyes. Watch myself sing the words. Miss a line. Slow motion look away. Step towards the lens. Close up memory moment when innocent happiness finds forever. I bite my lip a little and smile at my mistake.
THE WEEK THAT EXPLODED
09 March 2008
WRITTEN DOWN IN SLOT TWO
04 March 2008
Over the course of a few days, we then built a sound-proof studio in the backyard. Sometime shortly thereafter we are phoned up by a writer for a music magazine who is requesting an interview. We choose a children's playground rundown council estate at 11:30pm. We bring along six cans of cheap beer and meet the interviewer. We talk for a while and then find a piece of wood board and proceed to use it like a snowboard to perform rail slides down the edges of the children's slide. At the bottom of the slide there is a pool of what appears to be scorched engine oil. After sliding the rail on the board we land in the oil and disappear into the Black Lodge*.
* As represented in the television program "Twin Peaks".