This is what I spend all my time doing. Playing.
I got a new toy to play with, a little vocal fx unit with a basic loop capability. I think I made it make me sound like ALAN.
This is an example of one of my many epic tests… Could ALAN make an album? HMMMM
All this is done by my voice, hitting things with drum sticks, and my out of tune violin. If you get to the end, you win.
I don’t think I was in love with him.
I think I was in love with the idea or maybe the potential that I wouldn’t be alone.
So my heart’s not broken for him. My heart is broken for me.
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 made these tracks after sitting at my piano crying as I improvised some words and music to cope with a crippling pain that I was experiencing at the time. The original words and music were not meant for public consumption – so I kinda watered them down into this – which I can play without crying.
I cry a lot these days. Not gonna tell you here why.
LSTLV – DRUM SYNTH VERSION (Took the notes from the piano and re-wrote the ‘song’ in an iphone app – tweaked it a bit and came up with this)
Searching public and social photo-sharing sites (such as Webshots, Flickr, Photobucket etc.) for images from defunct user-accounts, Battenhausen collects abandoned pictures, curating and re-archiving his findings on his tumblr site Internet History (Started 2010).
There’s a story behind everything.
Every photograph, word, painting, conversation, sound, image, everything every thing.
It got to this point, somehow. Isn’t that completely mindblowing?
I won’t tell you the story behind this, obviously to some it seems a boring image, rain on some kind of window looking out into some where non descript, but to me, to ALAN, it has meaning. Wierd, right?
This picture would probably go on ALAN’s world. Because it can. And it proves ALAN exists, doesn’t it?
This kinda also marks the beginnings of my life, I, Leonie, my natural life, being no longer my own. Someone else is with me now, ALAN is taking over. Who am I now?
// A sort of experiment
Hypothesis : That I will not meet ‘the one’ but I will have some good conversations, ‘real life’ meetings and make some new friends.
Actually, let’s think about this – this is Tinder we are talking about. So, scratch that.
Hypothesis II : I will experience utter disappointment after secretly hoping to meet ‘the one’ (even though this is Tinder we are talking about) and my faith in humanity will most definitely not be restored.
How to be alone. I’m alone.
Sometimes I think I’m a stranger in my own life
Isn’t all art about life or death. And isn’t all life about love or the loss of it. So doesn’t art = love / the sanctity of life / the preservation of love / and what happens when we lose it