Identity Project

I had several ideas for this project... None which have worked out. I worked all day Sunday and created 2 identity projects, both which were complete failures. So I trashed 'em. Just simply deleted them out of my camera's memory.
In the end, when they day was closing in, I created one final piece, which I settle on. And it's something I thought about doing but only if I had the resources and enough time and thought put into the piece. I did a sound piece. Now I'm not knocking sound pieces as art, because I'm a musician and music is a form of artistic expression, but I just think it is so far from something I would actually do in the first place... so in a way, this piece is a non-reflection of my identity. It's some shit my Doppelganger Joey would do.
As far as identity goes, when I think of who I am (or what I have become rather), I think of my mom and dad. I believe the things I believe, do the things I do, laugh the way I laugh and look the way I look because of them. I am a perfect blend of their pros and cons. If they were a matryoshka doll, then you could yank them in half and find me inside.
As far as the piece goes, I decided to juxtapose my parents two completely different identities against one another. My father is a very heroic individual. Always opening the car door for a lady, donating to less fortunate families, while remaining humble. He would step in front of a bullet or a knife to save your life (and he has). My mother on the other hand, is very self-absorbed. While I care for her deeply and love her for her humor, gumption and care giving abilities, she is a very deceptive woman, a workaholic and obsesses over the trivial aspects of everyday life. On top of that she steals from her family, drinks excessively and chain smokes like Mr. Morris is declaring bankruptcy.
So what the piece is, since you can't hear it, is just 2 layers. My father is a creator and my mother a destroyer. In the sound clip, my father is playing The Eagles in a Spanish thumb-and-finger picking style. In the background, my mother is talking to herself in the dark by her fifty-five gallon fish tank about some coworker that threw a 'fucking knife at her hand' (which is probably a lie... she lies about everything).
I would have really like to develop this idea more, and incorporate more sounds to illustrate the identities of the people that I identify with. But I'm not 100% dissatisfied. This 'piece' offers a very stark contrast between my parents. It's as if I have lived in two separate houses my entire life.

Don't Throw Fuckin' Knives At My Hand. Sound piece.
3 Minutes, 42 Seconds