I have ancient studio recordings from the 1980s featuring my far less damaged and weary voice - I am having fun resurrecting them with robot "fever dream" imagery
A 35mm anamorphic continuous tracking shot opens on a rain-slicked city crosswalk at dusk, graded in deep cyans and amber neon flares. Centered in the midground, a fair-skinned young adult male in his early twenties navigates the blurred commuters. He has an angular face, light almond-shaped eyes, spiky platinum-blonde hair with forward-swept bangs, a silver hoop in his left ear, and wears a distressed black leather biker jacket over a dark plaid button-down. As the camera steadily dollies in from a medium perspective, he slows his pace and turns directly to the lens, lips moving in raw sync to his verse while neon streaks smear across his wet jacket. The camera drifts into an intimate close-up as the urban backdrop dissolves seamlessly into weightless psychedelic space. Liquid magenta, electric violet, and gold cosmic currents ripple around him as his body ascends, floating serenely in zero gravity, his leather jacket catching prismatic volumetric light while he continues singing toward the drifting lens.
"16mm monochromatic celluloid, gritty documentary aesthetic, high-contrast silver halide tones, naturalistic lighting, tactile film grain, cinematic wide"