If you want to skip this and just watch the video you can totally do that, these words below are essentially an extended apology and explanation for the awful quality:
It’s so important to have fun. I’d almost go as far as to say that having fun is the most important thing in life – after food and shelter and not getting shot and whatever basic human rights things you can think of, after being able to stay alive, I reckon it’s fun, and then talking to your Dad.
Yesterday I was alone in my Mum’s house in Adelaide on Boxing Day, and was messing around on the piano, which is something I only get to do maybe five times in a year if I’m lucky. I was having a nice old sing, and found a cool link between Waiting in Vain by Bob Marley, and Love Yourself by Justin Bieber. I was so happy with myself that I filmed it on my laptop, and put it on YouTube. I made myself laugh, I sang to the camera a little, and I was so excited I sent the video to a friend to watch. The sound was shit, but I was enjoying myself – and you can tell, even though the piano is clipping all over the place.
So just now, I spent an hour with a mic plugged into my computer sitting at the piano doing the same thing, trying to recreate the video that I filmed yesterday but with better sound. I couldn’t do it.
I spent the first takes fucking around a bit, trying to get in the mood, I did start to have fun even, then I got a really good take, but realised afterwards that I’d just taken a photo rather than pressing record. I yelled a bunch at the computer and myself, and everything after that was awful. I was embarrassed at the fact that my Mum and Brother could hear me in the rest of the house but weren’t saying anything because they know I’m a delicate flower and I’m just trying to ‘create’… eugh. I feel dirty now even just thinking about it.
Point is, there was no recreating yesterday, and I don’t even know why I was trying. The point of the video isn’t to show off the fact that I can play piano, or that my voice sounds exactly how you’d expect it would after three days’ drinking, a pack of cigarettes, and a lifetime of not being a singer. It’s not about any of that, it’s just about me having fun. I had the idea to film me playing, I did it, the fun was had, and that’s it. Done. Trying to recreate that moment without adding anything to it for myself to enjoy was really just lazy, and I guess if there’s any lesson to be learned here, it’s that if I want to capture moments like this and not have to worry about the sound being shitty, I should just invest in a microphone. But I’m probably not going to do that am I? Because that’s not fun, and I am a child.