A mock interview I wrote and filmed RE: Authenticity

MOUTH

How do I explain it? Well, it has the most obvious meaning. When I go thrifting, I only buy clothes that were handmade or hand-sewn. I only ever shop for produce at farmer’s markets. Fair trade is a must. Everything I read is page-printed. Nothing digital. When I see something with a Native American pattern on it, I check the tags to make sure it wasn’t manufactured for some mass produced company. It’s just about being aware, consciously, about where some of the stuff you use comes from. And it’s simple. It doesn’t make anything too difficult. Really, if you just thought about living it, for a second, it’s meaning would be completely clear to you.

What hurts the most

Is not the shattered glass of heart that you have left with me

Is not the burden of truth I now bear on me

Nor is it the sight of you so close so far away

No, what hurts the most is having all that I can’t ever say

See, I found you

Not chose you

Not asked for you

Not knowing what could come of my discovery

I found Pandora’s box and you

Were all that was inside

From hope and anger

Joy and anguish

And that feeling you can’t describe

Just kindred strangers strangely brought together

Intertwined in our paths and

Crossed in our hearts

I brought you in

Closer than I ever thought possible

Until you were more a part of me than me myself

Love is what the simple

Called our sky high castle of made of bliss

But I didn’t plan

I didn’t see

That in this scheme

I was lacking exit strategy

So in your absence

Is a vacuum

Whose suction knows no rhyme or reason

And leaves me with a pain

A pain that tears your clothes and rips your flesh

And buries in your mind

A pain without ice or medication

To sooth the sorrow of my soul

And no matter where I go

The specter of you looms large behind

And weighs down with every passing step

To now, I’m walking on my knees

And bleeding pain from every pore

What hurts the most

Is not the shattered glass of heart that you have left with me

Is not the burden of truth I bear on me

Nor is it the sight of you so close so far away

No, what hurts the most is that letting go

Gets easier every day

Lizziemackie's "To This" has been somethng of an inspiration to me as of late. I love how the message of her song has a sort of transcendant quality about the universality of love. The song can be attributed to anyone you have deep compassion for: lover, sibling, parent, child, friend, even the love of a city or idea. At first I wanted to try to encapsulate all of it in the entire 3 minutes and 40 seconds of the video, but then I stumbled upon eaneikciv's videos, and the idea to have the song take on each aspect of the idea of love in its entirety struck. This video is about the most basic and primal of loves, that between parent and child. I searched through the site for as many videos of hitRECorders and their children, and hitRECorders as children, as I could find, and I edited them together with the music. By far the funnest time I've had making a RECord. And then I remembered text I had seen from a few pieces written on love, and I combined words from "...so about love..." and "Understanding Hearts" for the intro to the video. I added a record needle on vynil sound to throughout the song, because I think it lends to the feeling of cracking open those old home movies and reliving those memories. My hope is that every aspect of the message of Lizziemackie's song can be explored through the videos we have, and we can have kind of a collection of "To This" videos. If not, at the very least, I hope this RECord brings a smile to your face. Because it certainly did to mine.

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