At the beginning of quarantine I finally got into Ableton seriously, went into a fugue state, and woke up ten days later holding an album made out of voice memos I’d had on my phone. The art is a picture I found in the philosophic collection I’ve been working on these past five years. There’s no real identifying information, but presumably that’s a shot PB took in Tibet or Mongolia in the early 20th Century. Or somewhere else, who knows — it really doesn’t matter. I’d like to stop talking for a while.
Sweet Melissa’s Ice Cream Shop
Whenever I make voice memos in my bedroom, my phone thinks I’m playing at Sweet Melissa’s Ice Cream Shop downstairs. I try to keep up with re-naming them, but at this point there’s just too many. I don’t have anyone in my life to share art with anymore, which is bumming me out, so I’m just going to put them here, for the crickets. Hello crickets. I’ll share them with you.
god damn it, you have to be kind
just another lonely disease vector