Whether or not the musician attempts to command full listener attention toward an audio experience, visual expressions are foisted onto songs by their means of playback: a YouTube window, a streaming interface, or, for the crusty old-timers, a hi-fidelity box with a spinning disc inside. For any artist, it should be an easy decision to command what cannot be avoided. But if you are a lowly bedroom singer lacking in bikini-clad ladies, infinity pools, and crisp bros in crisp caps rotated 360° shooting mad amounts of DSRL-HD-frames, you gotta take charge differently.

That was what I tried to do in this video.

But there’s no way to indulge visual attention without taking away from the audio experience. Human attention is a zero-sum game. Give them a simple placeholder for attention, I thought. A chewing gum devoid of taste just to keep the muscles occupied. A video experience from a tiny quantity of source material, and let Adobe Photoshop auto-generate and intrapolate the rest.

At the time I lay awake at night fearful of Motion interpolation becoming the default setting in the televisions of life: machines generating their own images on top of what should be a soothing, human-to-human, artistic communiqué. Any cinema classic instantaneously turned into gooey high-frame-rate soap opera dread. Most people don’t even notice! What a nightmare!

So I reasoned to expose our involuntary artistic partnerships with machines by providing some strictly low-definition source material. And some months later I realized that maybe cameras and their spewings of pixels probably never were beacons of authenticity anyway. But at least a video came of it.

Have fun with your machines!

Or: visit the entire album of songs.