Romantech is Home Alone

So yeah on my to do list is to make some videos, which I guess represents something because it’s always been at the bottom of my to do list for like 4 years, but it’s what I wanted to uhhh yeah, to do.

So I thought the first video may as well be the alone house video. It ties in with modesty and having a low to work up from, plus it’s kind of ambivalent towards the brand associated, ie I can put it on the romantech and reality compound pages. perhaps not the kurb page. the music brands will feed into business but not the other way round, no business is going to be about my art unless they come to my business through my art.

But this post is about alone house. Alone house will feature sketches from Microscope.

The aloneness in the house is supposed to be about rebirth. Like a womb even.

part 1:

“Hi this Matt from Reality Compound aka Kurb, and welcome to my location. This is my house . . .

I have no furniture, this is my couch. That’s a job I’m working on, that’s a bed I found down the street, tv i got given by shane, toaster, that’s one of those desk’s I built, I bought it from the warehouse

this is the hall . . .

bathroom, this is the sunroom, got a little deck, no furniture,

This is my old bedroom, kept on waking up like I was dying, couldn’t breathe, so yeah, moved my bed

This is the office, yeah, no furniture. I’ve got none!

part 2:

Yeah so I’m here alone. Yeah, so many dreams. But I needed to sort myself out.

. . . I don’t want to hear what everyone else has to say on the matter, I don’t want them in my space. I just want to do my own thing . . .

I guess it’s lonely. I just want to find . . . what it was . . . I just wanted to be a big deal I guess.

But I saw . . . I saw how it was for them, I saw it could be like that for me.

But now I’m alone wondering what the hell happened. I just want to find what it was, it was there, now it’s gone and I don’t even know what it is, I just sit there alone wondering where the hell it went, I don’t want some losers babbling in my ear about their stupid lives I just know that it was there . . .

And now I’m sitting alone . . .  wondering if I can ever get it back . . .

part 3:

I just want to be reborn. This empty house is like a new womb. It’s sterile and blank, soulless, emoty. And so the deadly dullling toll will be washed away, I just want to be free again, secretly away from them, and to rise again.

part 4:

once I was some stupid guy on some website, once I was a DJ, back when I thought it mattered, back when it was acceptable to play some silly game. Now I sit alone. I wonder what the point was.

We just wanted to be a big deal, we just wanted to be liked. Stupid little kids down there, they just want somebody to like them.

But I just sit in my house alone. I had to get away, I had to escape the madness and the bullshit, none of it mattered until I found I was left sitting here, with nothing to say and nobody to say it to.

It doesn’t matter. When there’s nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, then you sit alone in your house searching for yourself . . . hoping you don’t get lost . . .