Captivated, Deserted & Blessed
It seems like pure schizophrenia when I go into the desert for a week to visit my father (more about this later), make plans and play music and then show off such a stillleben filled with all this plastic & carbon before even leaving. One might think my head is twisted – especially while I’m talking all along the way about little girls and gucci bags, deleuze and cybernetic war fares or other non-capitalistic approaches.
But sometimes it’s just big fun to arrange, make some clicks and tell vague stories. My point is, I am schizophrenic, 100%. And it doesn’t make sense at all but at the same I sanctify my pro-duced ladies by showing you this quality merchandise for doing a trip only concerned with creating musical vibrations in desert valleys and come back with more l.o.v.e. (I leave out all those garmy fruits that do not need any more publicity). Therefore I created a caption from left to right upside down like calvin & hobbes doing the opposite of the supposed:
- vintage elephant with tribal sleeves & black interior
- push
- head/phones
- novation chinese, synthese, leberkäse
- muji muji colours
- motu audio
- hard/drive w/ orange tigerstripes
- cable iceberg lettuce
- paper/present
- more icebergs
- mic
- zoom field recordings
- day/night countdown
- personal computer of the galactic funk federation
- see 8. and 10.
- qwstion media bag
- ban beemz / marrocon bling / JVN necklace
- books I: dead lips
- books II: kreation & depression
- books III: said the shotgun to the head
- books IV: fragebogen
- books VI: laiwand/leinwand transition
- leather box present from my love for pen & pencil
- zippo
- this is water