Nowadays, we can all know what everyone is doing all the time. If we want to. And we want to. We really want to. Solitude is obsolete. But, when there is so little privacy, does the privacy that's left gain or lose value? And without privacy what happens to intimacy? Because others have such easy access to our personal information, movements, and connections, do we feel that we therefore have the right to access the information, movements and connections of others? Maybe we're already doing it. Have you ever gone to a friend's Facebook page to check out her friends list, her photos, her posts, her "likes," her activity, and stayed a little longer than you should've, and maybe felt just a little creepy doing it? Will you do it again? Probably.
I wasn't thinking about any of that when I wrote the song "Camera," and recorded it with Grand Cousin. Honest. It's just a song about the paranoia that comes with passion. In the song, a young man is justifying putting a camera in a girl's dorm room, saying, "It's all out of love." I believe him. I mean, how else is he gonna find out if he can trust her? There is no other way. Talking to her would be too...direct. Right?
Play it loud.
~ Henry Hall