Almost 40 years ago, there was a rip in the fabric of time. It split reality into an alternative timeline where, instead of getting a Commodore 64, I got a guitar. Now, because of another rupture in the timeline, information is leaking between dimensions—and we can finally see what happened.
Let me present to you: APN201 the rocker!
They had a cute waitress who knew my preferences and would often bring me a glass of Amarone before I even asked. I had a bit of a crush on her. One day, a small heart appeared on the chalkboard where they advertised the wine, and I wanted to believe it was for me.
Actually, this is just a continuation of my experiments with AI. I might need to do some AI stuff for an upcoming movie, so I was testing the tools to see how much they’ve improved in a year.
To make this video, I used a lyric I wrote years ago on a cigarette box while being totally heartbroken and self-medicating with too many glasses of Amarone at the Italian restaurant next door. I was a familiar face there. Sometimes I went every day.
Anyway, she didn’t break my heart. Someone else did.
But she taught me how to love, and how to enjoy life.
That night, I put on my best Hugo Boss suit and sat outside the restaurant at a small table, sipping wine, writing the lyrics, and smoking a cigar. The owner walked by, saw the scene, and said: “Bello, bello!”
So—as mentioned—this AI version of me, from that other timeline, was made using Suno, Midjourney, and Kling. The source material? Just the lyrics and a single still image of me.
Everything else is AI-generated.
Of course, I still had to plan the shots, write the prompts, and do the editing—but basically, everything you see and hear is artificial.
Just like everything in the real world has been for decades—long before the invention of AI.
At least tits haven’t been real for a long, long time.
I mentioned tits, so I guess that’s a good place to end.
