Turn digital junk into digital art. Songs made out of spam mails.
Imagine 1000 robots in a desolated church some time in the future singing: "Are you the man, who can't make love?" A spam lyric found in a mailbox whose owner has ceased to exist long ago. The robots meet once a week to commemorate their creators by singing what they think were the hymns of mankind: Spamsongs. I try to imagine these songs from the future and you can become a part of the project.