every time I mess up the lyrics I'm like "damnit fluffy that's not how it goes"
also it's so weird to see my pre-laser-hair-removal perma-scruffy face again
clearly I was intending this recording for *something* given that I specifically walk off camera and back on between each take but I have no idea what.
anyway, I'm on the last tape now. It's entitled "epilogue" and it seems to be mostly me filming random textures around my home while shitty 90s covers of Led Zeppelin play in the background.
I have no fucking clue. Maybe I was recording b-roll for a music video I was working on?
there has got to be more than this on this tape though, it was a 60-minute tape and I completely filled it up
and there's no fuckin way I recorded 60 minutes of music video b-roll. I definitely didn't have that kind of patience in 2006.
okay some of these things that I filmed I definitely knew what I was going for though and I'm half-tempted to actually cut the video now, gosh this brings back memories I'd completely forgotten about
oh wow I forgot about that terrible vacuum cleaner
30 minutes in and it's still going
I do like some of the ideas I had for this and I had later rerecorded the song for an album release, and now I dig this retro lo-fi 480p video look so maybe it's time to finally cut the video
okay and then suddenly, footage from a Santa Cruz trip. I *knew* I'd recorded some stuff from this trip!
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