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EVERYONE WITH A CAMERA: RECord your thoughts on the theme RE: HOME. You can tell a story or discuss various angles on the theme.


Here are some Q&As you can answer (the more specific you are, the better):



  • "What do you consider to be Home? Is it a place? Is it people? Tell us about your Home."

  • "Are you currently away from Home? What is that experience like? Be specific."

  • "What are some of the hometown values that are unique to where you are from? Are you defined by your hometown? Why or why not?"

  • "Does your hometown have a particular accent? Do a demonstration of it."

  • "What smells or other sensory elements remind you of your Home?"

  • "Who lives in your Home?"

  • "Have you ever chosen to live a nomadic lifestyle?"

  • "Do you have any experience with Homelessness?"

  • "Have you ever run away from Home? Tell us about it."


CONTRIBUTE HERE

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CALLING ALL ARTISTS! Our next potential theme for Season 2 of HITRECORD ON TV is RE: Home - RECord your thoughts, write a story, draw a picture, or make a song regarding this theme.


CONTRIBUTE HERE


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EVERYONE: Contribute a Text Record with your Ideas for segments for this potential TV Episode.


EVERYONE W/ A CAMERA: RECord a testimonial regarding this theme.


Q&A: RECord yourself on video answering these questions:



  • "What do you consider to be Home? Is it a place? Is it people? Tell us about your Home."

  • "Are you currently away from Home? What is that experience like? Be specific."

  • "What are some of the hometown values that are unique to where you are from? Are you defined by your hometown? Why or why not?"

  • "Does your hometown have a particular accent? Do a demonstration of it."

  • "What smells or other sensory elements remind you of your Home?"

  • "Who lives in your Home?"

  • "Have you ever chosen to live a nomadic lifestyle?"

  • "Do you have any experience with Homelessness?"

  • "Have you ever run away from Home? Tell us about it."


WRITERS: Contribute a piece of Writing regarding this theme.


MUSICIANS: Contribute a piece of Music regarding this theme.


ANIMATORS: Contribute an Animation regarding this theme.


ILLUSTRATORS: Contribute an Illustration regarding this theme.


GRAPHIC DESIGNERS: Contribute some Graphic Design regarding this theme.


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Thanks!

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i did a little soul-searching. hope this helps someone out there... <3

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Yo, this is what I think about school *drops mic

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Orange you glad I didn't say banana again?!

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I loved NotaBand's original song - and just wanted to play around today.


So I re-recorded the parts I sang for 'Either/Order' and the 'RE: Games' opening music.


And added a lil '2 cool 4 school' thang in there.  


I'll upload the stems later. :)

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So, this pots and pans add is just for the 'percussion breakdown' at 1:38. I've given a bit before and a 4 beat count in to help syncing. The 4 beats will need to be deleted. This is beat 1. Beat 2 is here and the audio stems are here.


It was actually a really windy, cloudy day when i filmed this. My camera is HORRIBLE sorry. However, I got to use my shotgun mic with blimp and 'dead wombat' (Aussie film-makers will know what I'm talking about) for the audio. Actually really surprised how well it came out. 

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//EDIT: I thought this could fit the theme RE: Future as well! :)


I'll be honest, I'm not very good at using social media (I don't have instagram or tumblr, rarely go to facebook, never got the hang of twitter and haven't got a clue what reddit is), but I'm very fascinated by this world and the affect it has on people. It for sure brings people closer to each other by giving the possibility to share your life with people from near and far in a second. No matter what the distance, all your friends can be a part of your life and you can be a part of theirs. But if someone shares his food, face, body, feelings, thoughts, dreams, fears, everything with these 500-1000 facebook friends, I can't help but ask, is anything private anymore? Where does the line go between too much and just enough? What is the affect of having practically no privacy? I'm also fascinated by the fact that strangely while bringing people closer to each other than ever before, social media might also pull some people away from each other. Instead of a phone call or an invite for a dinner, one might just settle for commenting on a picture or liking a status. It's super interesting and (to me at least) in some ways a bit scary too, like how far are we willing to go with this?


So because music is how I function, I wrote this silly song about the subject. And now I just found a theme suggestion RE: Privacy, so why not upload it here! To be honest I just realized I haven't uploaded anything here in three months (been super busy studying, aaand going to graduate this spring!!!), so it's about time to get back on RECording, I'm super happy to share this one with you guys!! Feel free to REmix, play along, sing along, and of course,


Enjoy <3


 


Some might call it a cage


But I call them blind who just can’t see


That here the world is my stage


I am the king, everyone likes and follows me


 


Yeah haters, you can wipe away the frown


I only log in to this world because I care


So lights off, curtains down


Can’t you see I’m trying to interact and share?


 


No you don’t need to call


Just check my status and you know how do I do


No I don’t need a hug,


Just like my profile pic and I will like you


 


What is privacy?


What do you mean?


Of course everybody needs to know


All about my weirdest sex dreams


 


I must share my lasagna


On twitter tumblr instagram & facebook


#whenIknowmyfoodisonyaface


Ittastesbetterthanitnormallywould


 


Yes sir, they all truly give a shit


About my mood, location, and outfit of the day


I mean how could we live without it?


It adds so much meaning in many ways!


 


What is privacy?


What do you mean


I shouldn’t share a picture of


My grandpa’s corps and me?


 


My existance


Would not be complete without the screen


But I don’t know the true distance


That’s in between of everyone and me


 


That shit about ”personal space”


Is old fashioned these days, my silly dear


So come up to my face


Come so close that you can see the pixels clear


 


What is privacy what do you mean


There should be secrets we can keep


I do not know what all this means


Just let me communicate in peace,


It’s the only way I know,


Oh please…

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A dreamy pop tune.

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Had an hour to kill, so I was looking around on the site and saw this "Recite a poem every day" collaboration that Capt. Claire started.  "Hey, I like reciting poems!" said I.  Found an album by thisistedwells called Favorite HitRECord Poetry, and looked through that.  Found a piece of writing I liked by thatwasnotveryravenofyou, and well...

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your car is the same familiar beat
up red, the windows cranked all the way
down so you can chain smoke on the 405.
you take me to that tiny bar off aurora,
the one between the lake and the gun
shop. it's our secret – a piece of the city
hidden in plain sight, with dark sour
beers and a fireplace trickling warmth
in the center of things.


it's been too long. a year, maybe,
since i've seen you. the last time was in
new york – we made pizza at 2 a.m. and fell
asleep with flour still on our hands. the bed
was a disaster. after you left to catch your train,
i spent the whole day washing the sheets and
rolling your new music over my tongue.


it should have been the same this time,
except, as soon as we sit down, you smile like
the sun just hit you, and you tell me you're going to
marry her.


you plow on, right over whatever you see
on my face, and tell me that you know it's sudden, that
you weren't sure about it for a long time but now, you think,
you are sure, and this is it, this, this, this
is the right decision. you tell me you
bought a ring.


it's small and lovely, you say. it’s exactly right for her.
you don’t show it to me.


it’s quiet between us for a moment. you play with
your napkin and touch the rim of your glass and wait
for whatever it is i have to say.


(i wonder if you're waiting
for me to tell you not to do it, if your plan was
to get me here and have me shake this out of you.)


i smile. i grip your hand and say,
i am so happy for you. i am so happy that you’re happy.
(i'm not sure either of us are built for this – for talking around
the obvious instead of stabbing it straight in the heart) but this
looks like what you need, so i give it to you.


some of our friends start to trickle in. it's almost
midnight, and jason brought a bottle of champagne,
so we decide to walk to the lake and break it open.


you and i hang back a little, cling to each
other as we walk towards the water, using the cold
as an excuse to grip tighter than we should.


the air is thick and dark, heavy with fog. we smoke
cigarettes and laugh with cold hands until the minutes
run out. a boom goes off across the water. jason
pops the cork. all at once, it's midnight.


i don't look at you,
because on another night, we might have kissed
just then, but i have no claim to you, have never
had any claim to you, and no amount of flour on our
hands or nights in my bed make us anything other
than two people who love each other fiercely
enough to let go.


we pass the bottle back and forth, taking messy
swigs, welcoming the cheap, tinny brut as it burns
on top of the tobacco. the toast is to you. they ask
how you plan to propose, they ask when, and where,
and i don't listen to any of it too closely, but i laugh
in all the right places.


you take one last long drink as we leave
the lake, the two of us lingering a few paces
behind everyone else. you hand the bottle to me.


i take a sip, lips hanging a little
too long on the rim.


you watch me.


i wonder if you are thinking it too,
that this is it – that this, right now,
is the last time – and it's not even a real
kiss, it's passed between us on the edge
of a bottle. but it's the best either of us
can do. it's the most that's on offer.


later, you walk a little ahead,
taking your phone out to call her,
and i leave the bottle on the cement
behind us, a love letter to nothing
in particular.


 


 

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  1. Falling hurts.

  2. I am not invincible.

  3. My parents are not infallible.

  4. I am not infallible.

  5. Pizza is delicious. (this wasn't a lesson hard learned but it lead to.)

  6. Too much of anything is no good.

  7. Love isn't always mutual.

  8. No response is a response.

  9. If it tastes good it's probably bad for you.

  10. Just because it tastes bad doesn't mean it's good for you.

  11. It's hard to admit #8.

  12. Not all hurt is physical.

  13. No hurt lasts forever.

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In simple moments such as these,
In quiet and monotony,
Even the loftiest of things
Become trifles temporally.


Have I ever truly been,
Or will I ever be,
As great a man or greater
Than the dream-edition me?

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