Jarran Zen

Balcony camping turns into bathroom guitars, a full-blown consumer spiral, and buying a synthesiser I maybe didn’t need—but definitely wanted. Finished with some live electronic chaos.

Resonator guitar jams, a sunrise, a butter mishap, and trying to unscrew the 303 without wrecking it. The chaos is real.

A sunrise worth filming, harp tuning at the hospital, metal cello tones at sunset. Music is everywhere today—even in the sky.

Drove back to Adelaide, returned the car, reunited with SpiderMonkey, customised some shirts, and picked up my pinstriped guitar, Athena. Closed out the day at the A*O.