Notes on the Project

Our job is to keep a record of what JG YURUGUAY is doing, not to turn him into a slogan. Most days that just means dropping files where there’s space and moving on. Whatever sits next to what is often a server collision more than a grand plan, but those stacks are still the record people see. The audio files are free, the notes are free, and most of what ends up here is just the paper trail of one working artist.

The train seats, late‑night parks, manga panels and club flyers are here because they’re where he actually spends his time. What we’re trying to show is a young guy holding down work, trying things out, and dealing with whatever comes back at him.

Directories that touch Nana and the men‑for‑men apps aren’t sorted into a storyline folder. They sit in the same tree as grocery runs, cycling logs and studio dates. Some of those files include her, some don’t; metadata tags for long‑term contacts and newer online interactions are mostly left blank because no one here has the hours to cross‑reference them. None of that started as PR material; most of the gossip came from other people’s uploads, and normally we wouldn’t be logging this much around anyone’s private life. The long relationship that’s still ongoing and the newer habits JGY’s picked up online end up next to each other without a label because that’s how the week lands on the server.

On our side, this is just the rockin’on digital desk syncing with the Port Trinity servers. Most weeks JGY gets an hour here, half an hour there, between other artists and other deadlines. That feels like the right scale. He was never planned as a big push; he’s something we come back to over time.

We do make choices about what to show next to what, but they&rsquore usually small ones: which folder gets linked on the front page, which log waits until next week. Sometimes that means leaving a gap where people expect an answer, sometimes it means putting two uncomfortable facts on the same line and closing the laptop. Mostly we’re just trying to be honest about how the story’s being handled instead of pretending it writes itself.

— rockin’on digital staff, on behalf of Port Trinity Archives