Flaneur and frondeur who doesn't speak a word of French. Merci!
In a vain effort dispel any notion that I'm a defective Russian AI Bot, this is an attempt to humanise my lack of focus. Here goes!
Designer of interiors, lighting and graphics, feeder of pets, engineer, experimentalist, humorist, artist, programmer, app maker, gallerist, restaurateur, cook, dish washer, musician, animator, songwriter, copywriter, gardener, angler and environmentalist. Record and book accumulator. Some backed up with pieces of paper on the wall, others acquired through an extensive program of dish pan hands.
Multi instrumentalist. Triangle, tambourine , bassoon, clarinet, synthesizer and guitar, although I failed my dog whistle exam. Pretty much anything that can be hit with a rhythm stick. I was the first student at Mt Waverley Primary School to perfect drum pattern #27. Mr Watson was very impressed.
A whole bunch more. As Cooper says in the Twin Peaks reboot, "What year is it?", or Unk "What day is it?", or Morrissey "How soon is now?".
It's all just making things out of pictures and words, numbers and noises. And vegetables.
Still planning on becoming the Ernest Hemmmmmingway of electic guitar or the Jimi Hendrix of literature, or something like that. Admittedly, it's not going that well.
