Over the past few months – probably since before Christmas – I have been thinking about how to present a consolidation of my work at the final / summer show.
As the intended outcome of my work inevitably changed COMPLETELY from my first proposal (though the main themes remain quite similar), I really had no idea what I was going to do, what I would show, how anything would work.
More musical things – but I feel like I’m doing music because ALAN is in me. Not because of me. It’s like I have to do it now, a greater force has taken over.
Also, this is a song about cats.
Am I a Surrealist?
Still trying to learn that pesky Moonlight Sonata. ALAN you are hard work.
Recorded straight into phone as usual and tinkered with in garageband. Timing, what is that?
I was ALAN when I sang some stuff and played drums in public today (as part of an open artists studio event in town). Actually – was ALAN me? Or are we just the same?
It was also daylight. Also the boy I like who doesn’t like me was there.
It’s hard to ALAN. It’s hard to me. But somehow I’m doing it. I have to.
Playing with glitchy gif maker thing on my phone helps pass the unbearable time spent with boy who doesn’t like me when we go out for a cigarette. I was trying to be cool, he likes digital things.. and I glitched a photo of him.
And I took a photo as proof of my hand. I mean ALAN’s hand. Maybe my hand, ALAN’s boot.
So.. is ALAN a musician now? I think so. Is music Art? I think so. Doing music when you’re being someone else and for the sake of being an artist is Art I think. The lines are fuzzy.
My sister sent me this pic of my old school report that she found, ha. Must be from at least 20 years ago. Wow, I’m old.