Vlogging -- why though???

On June 28, 2016, I decided to start vlogging. I have always had a sort of cynical view on vlogs, but my mind has changed as I've grown older. Perhaps narcissism comes with age. 

Anyways, I was inspired by Ze Frank's old series "The Show with Ze Frank". He vlogged every Monday through Friday from March 17, 2006 to March 17, 2007. He started that series before YouTube even existed. I think that makes him a pioneer. 

I was inspired to do the exact same thing, and I have found it more fulfilling than I thought it would be. So, I will be uploading a vlog every Monday through Friday until June 28, 2017.

It goes to show how important The Show was. I am creating a similar series after being inspired by it ten years after it started! Ten years isn't long in terms of the universe, but it is very long in terms of the internet. 

I am glad I started this project. There is actually something really freeing in picking up a camera and making something when you have no ideas on what you want to make in the first place. 

Now, more than ever, I am reminded of the DADA movement.

"DADA is what you can make of yourself." Hausmann 1968 

I am making something out of myself and it feels great. 

Tucker Rash 2016

 

 

First Anniversary with Ana!

Today is March 14th, 2016 — my one year anniversary with Ana! One year ago, Ana and I were in a play together. We just kind of ended up together, perfectly together. This last year has really been so perfect and words fail to describe how much it means to me. Thank you so much for the perfect first year, Ana. I love you.

Dog

Mail order dog

from a faraway land.

That’s me!

 

I like it here.

I like you and

 

I like your body.

You live alone -

sad, I suppose.

But

 

I like it here.

You have not

fed me

 

in days.

 

Okay - is that an 

american thing?

 

You,

you are savory.

 

A little cold though.

 

I love you.

 

I like it here.

"Rain or Shine"

Beers on a tray clink and rattle.

We all miss the usual sound of that godly creature.

This awful waste of a bar is more

reminiscent of a rainy and silent sunday.

 

Oh, “black cloud”.

 

It’s truly amazing they still serve the frying

and sizzling flesh of an animal

here.

 

Your voice, your voice is truly superb, but

your acting is far from. 

 

The pitter-patter of the rain on the window

is much more

enticing.

 

Oh, “black cloud”.

 

Well, Sheila, take a bow 

anyway. 

Bonne Nuit, Cherie

I want all Françoise Hardy records.

I want to forget

about sustenance, 

as I will be unable to take my petty, human ears 

off the sounds of a goddess.

 

I want to drown in the familiar tune

of a hot air balloon wearily floating

through the sky.

 

I want to spontaneously combust

on a ferris wheel that plays the sound of a long-forgotten

siren

again and again.

 

I want the “singing sorceress”

(as they say)

to wake me up with the

airiest enunciation of

“good morning”.

 

I want the “singing sorceress”

to whisper the 

airiest enunciation

of “goodnight”

in my ear

as we bury ourselves in bed. 

 

I want the wide smile of 

a once young

and gorgeous 

yeh yeh girl to beam down

upon me

and only me. 

 

and all this, 

all this

will be done with your hand in mine.