The Japanese band Sour has released an amazing video composed of multiple screens from webcam sources all around the world. It’s described on the Vimeo page of Magico Nakamura thusly:
This music video was shot for Sour’s ‘Hibi no Neiro’ (Tone of everyday) from their first mini album ‘Water Flavor EP’. The cast were selected from the actual Sour fan base, from many countries around the world. Each person and scene was filmed purely via webcam.
I love works that employ fan participation and combine low-tech resources to craft a really unique piece. I must admit, when I first started watching this vid I got a little irked because the initial layout onscreen is similar to a short film I’m in the process of making for the Zombie Short Film Festival (albeit, my shit won’t be anywhere nearly as creative as this) - but since, as they say, there are only so many crayons in the box I quickly got over myself and just sat back and enjoyed.
I encourage you to do the same.
UPDATE: The original Vimeo post of the video got deleted from their site for some reason, so here’s the YouTube version.
Cheers.
P. S. I originally found this over on Gizmodo. Thanks, folks!
Although today is Good Friday - ( I’m always naturally inclined to shout: “What’s so good about it?!” ) - and that makes it an official sort of holiday, official enough that my son is home from school and underfoot, I am still trying to get my tasks done so I can finally, once and for all, stamped it no erasing, launch my other fucking web site. I’ve used this animated GIF in the earlier iteration of this blog and remembered it fondly enough to include it here. That, of course, lead me down the rabbit hole of leafing through all my image files from the old posts and, just like when you clean out the attic or the cluttered shelf at the back of the closet, found myself saying things like: “Ohhh, I remember that one!” and wanting to post it once again for all to see. In all modesty, I did some funny shit with my Photoshopped images and I will make an effort to re-use them here but for now I can only regard the effort as yet another steaming wad of procrastinaton that stands before me and my goal of project completion. Hell, just writing all these words here is an act of procrastination in itself; dutifully pounding out an endless stream of description that has no deeper meaning or purpose other than to keep me from doing what it I have tasked myself with.
