Music Television

I spend these days listening to music, which is pretty much all I do around here. My neighbor next door—Stockmeier, wooden leg, hammers the wall during Sturm der Liebe because she’s convinced each episode might be her last—she got talking about television one day. The kind that used to exist. Just music videos, all the time. None of the cheap dating shows, none of the ringtone garbage, just videos.

We stood there thinking about it, then rolled her back to her place, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why not build something like that. A place where all the music videos I post could actually live instead of drowning in the constant feed. Somewhere they stay, somewhere they get found.

I was too incompetent to actually build a real TV station, so I built this instead. A wall. Throw up the videos and they stay there. Updated whenever something new goes up. It’s pathetically revolutionary.

I keep scrolling through, clicking on Robyn and Katy and Kele, still thinking about what a real time slot would feel like. Probably won’t happen. But this is here. The videos stay, at least.