digging

I went home and dragged the only real piece of sound out of my parent's old hiding spot for things that mean a lot to them, an old beat up suitcase with hard labels and a combination that has never worked, not to my knowing. Unfortunately when i was 15 and very introverted I re-recorded over it for about a minute, while I listened to Children's Bible Hour and attempted to update everyone's life. It is to uncomfortable for me to listen to without cringing and wanting to form some sort of time machine to go back and just hug my former self. It was hard living in my head then and some things don't change, this audio however makes me laugh so hard I cry. My parents were so happy to hear that I could in some way make it immortal, after all this is the role of me as an artist in their lives. If nothing else I can preserve them and make them ageless and available to my future.

I am reading Roland Barthes "Camera Lucida" Part II of it will stay with me for a long time, so much of what he says about history, death and time passing is so relevant to me and what I am trying to do right now and will continue as a struggle for the rest of my creative life. My parents have been married for 43 years today.