The set up has been set up already.
My instrument is the beehive.
I am playing it by mean of presence.
By mean of attention.
By mean of listening.
By mean of protrusion.
Control is not much of an issue here.
The microphone sticks out. It protrudes.
Like the voice.
That is indeed something that sticks out as well.
I am almost asleep.
Lethargy, lately, plays a role in my music.
A semi pleasant mix of relaxation and nervousness.
The border between nature and landscape and voice and music is blurred.
As you see the instrument is empty.
They all went away.
What's the point in sleeping inside your guitar when the party is going on somewhere's else ?

Soecial thanks : Heimo Wallner, Hotel Pupik artist residence, Schrattenberg. www.hotelpupik.org
Camera : Hanno Schnegg
ⓒ Alessandro Bosetti 2009 www.melgun.net (less info)