Banana Blues

The man has an increasingly hard time listening to the tape, as if the more he is reminded of his younger years the more regrets he harbours and the more he misses the company of his lady. You can see he was in love with her deeply, and now he is a lonely senile man with a desk.
The voice seems soothing, the type of thing I’d play before going to bed but that soft cooing voice is tormenting this man, paining him like I never expected such a sweet voice to pain someone. The voice clearly is not his since in the end the man records his own bit and he seems to crow rather than speak.
At the begging the man was happily eating away his bananas and counting boxes and spoons, and at the end there flipside personality, blue and angry. The light swingin from left to right doesn’t help bring up the mood, either.