Serial# : QC2583
I Love John Plant. Not going to lie, not the same kind of love I have expressed for all the others here. But there’s a love nonetheless. There’s a curious distant love. Maybe there’s a unrealized self-ideation that comes to the surface when I observe this man. Maybe it is all about the attraction to what I —probably wrongly— wish life was like. Simple, out there and in nature, far and alone. There’s something pulling and enticing about the world he’s created within the screen. Maybe I love the icon of himself he’s created rather than the man himself. Truthfully, I don’t know shit about the man, nothing. Not how his voice sounds, not who he is outside of the mudhut, not what he does in his regular life, not what he thinks, not who he cares for… Not a single fucking bit. Yet, when I see him on the screen, I feel a very strange form of love. An awe?? I am not sure. But that world of absence he is created, that world deprived of the overreaching arms of modernity (ironically enough only accessible through those same arms) is powerful enough for me to think that I love him. And maybe if that place he is built and showcases is as important to him as it seems to be to me, then I truly do love him. The calming verse of his creation spurs my brain into imaginative, contemplative and creative otherplaces. And just like many others here, it gives me a sense of comfort and belonging. And so, I love John Plant.
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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Serial# : QC2583
I Love John Plant. Not going to lie, not the same kind of love I have expressed for all the others here. But there’s a love nonetheless. There’s a curious distant love. Maybe there’s a unrealized self-ideation that comes to the surface when I observe this man. Maybe it is all about the attraction to what I —probably wrongly— wish life was like. Simple, out there and in nature, far and alone. There’s something pulling and enticing about the world he’s created within the screen. Maybe I love the icon of himself he’s created rather than the man himself. Truthfully, I don’t know shit about the man, nothing. Not how his voice sounds, not who he is outside of the mudhut, not what he does in his regular life, not what he thinks, not who he cares for… Not a single fucking bit. Yet, when I see him on the screen, I feel a very strange form of love. An awe?? I am not sure. But that world of absence he is created, that world deprived of the overreaching arms of modernity (ironically enough only accessible through those same arms) is powerful enough for me to think that I love him. And maybe if that place he is built and showcases is as important to him as it seems to be to me, then I truly do love him. The calming verse of his creation spurs my brain into imaginative, contemplative and creative otherplaces. And just like many others here, it gives me a sense of comfort and belonging. And so, I love John Plant.
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
…SCROLL DOWN FOR IN-DEPTH VIDEO SAMPLE…
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