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im not sure what about frusciante makes me feel such a visceral, gut-wrenching, soul-shattering feeling, but its even more prevalent in this short. i feel guilty watching it though, as well as saddened. this short reminds me heavily of "syd barrett's first trip", another 12min short filmed by a friend of the subject. except this is haunting, and pretty fucked up to even film. pretty sure it was done right before frusciante's house burned down. i felt the need to log this because it was such a stark emotion i felt, especially for a "documentary" (using the term loosely). as i said in my other review for the frusciante/gallo collab, i really cant describe how i feel when it comes to anything frusciante related, let alone begin to put into words how attached i am to his work as an artist.