A collector of old electronic music equipment - guitars, basses, pedals, amps, Wurlitzer organs, broken accordions, a forest of tangled wires and connectors His domain feels like an ancient, musty basement - centuries-old water damage, a hoard of electronics piling up and out into the darkness -monstrous cockroaches hoving in and out of sight on the edge of reality. Sounds of guitars and feedback and distortion and rock that tries to get going and can't quite - Painted white with red mouth and eyes like a Butoh dancer, but long-haired and out of shape like a dazed roadie - The camera is the camera of a music video shoot - he's always setting up for it and it's not quite right. It wants him to be amazing and he's not. He's always cutting and retaking, asking for a new angle, a closeup, a special effect. He's failing the camera and the camera is failing him - he's not making music, just noise. There is no concept.