RECORDING AND MIXING
In this show, I disappear in flesh. Like Anna Karina in Vivre Sa Vie, I’ve turned my back to the camera. Why shouldn’t I? Ever since, I have opened the borrow into Ricordata and to my workflow, the more I show, the more invisible I get. Only one acknowledgement there have been to this entire undertaking with posts that span a week. I want to shout from rooftops: I fucking hate my followers. I don’t fucking want followers. I want my audience. In the claws of the zombie business plans of techno-fascist corps, I am made invisible in broad daylight. There is absolutely no visibility, no incoming traffic, no eyeballs, no ears. This would be depressing for someone else, and admittedly, I am affected by this dagger of disconnectedness, surely, but like Moldoror, I am vicious and the more they disappear me, the tighter my grip is getting on the throat of mediocrity. Oh, and did you hear the news that the raving, deep-fried United Shakespearean Tragedy is trying to commit suicide by provoking China and Russia to a war that is already lost even at preconception?
+ LIVE TRANSMISSION
THE MORE I SHOW, THE MORE INVISIBLE I GET
NO CLICKS, NO VIEWS