Boggy Creek

My brother is a creative kind of fellow, though his creativity is usually ephemeral or inaccessible – stacked rocks in the forest, writings trapped in his journal, fables stamped onto the hood of his car. As of late he’s been dabbling in the digital realm, doing a bit of Flash work and composing catchy (though not always repeatable) tunes. His most recent oeuvre took its cue from graffiti on a bathroom wall somewhere in middle America, gained levity with the news of Michael Jackson’s passing, and found design direction in the realization that Boggy Creek is, in fact, a horror movie. The gold frame is a nice touch, as is the crackling fire that can be heard in the background of the audio track.

Go ahead, give it a whirl: Michael Jackson Lives in Boggy Creek.