Keep on Pushin – The Impressions

Working on a panel for Capital about labor and labor-power. Thinking about the reproduction of the worker as a commodity. (One week to go.. gotta keep on pushing.  ;))

In both respects, therefore, the worker becomes a servant of his object, first, in that he receives an object of labor, i.e., in that he receives work, and, secondly, in that he receives means of subsistence. This enables him to exist, first as a worker; and second, as a physical subject. The height of this servitude is that it is only as a worker that he can maintain himself as a physical subject and that it is only as a physical subject that he is a worker. – estranged labor

New Music Vid

This is the newest music video I made, song called Submerged by Masseve.

Thinking bout you – Music vid 4

This is my most recent. This one is made with my partner, some personal footage, but I think it goes well with the personal nature of the video. It was started in a time of love, pure and simple. Then half way through it became a healing thing to do. To reflect on the good of this person so dear to me.

Hey Boy – Music Vid Dos

This is the second music video I made with my ex. He’s prolly gonna hate me for putting this up, but I think he’s great for doing it!

Girls Want – Music Video III

This is another music video I made. The software malfunctioned so it’s choppy at the end. Still good though 😉

Music Videos

Just so y’all know I make music videos, so expect some old ones to come. Right now me and my partner are working on a new one.. it is the dopiest one I’ve made so far. Coming soon. Until then here goes my first one.

Apathy – we get down

lady day

Billie Holiday – Strange Fruit

“Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter cry”