Castle Bravo

Castle Bravo! hurray fireworks!! - Dr. Zoidberg

Listen to this one and you'll have a blast! (box laughs). This song I wrote the first half of the lyrics a while back. Maybe it was before the '09 summer. Anyway, it all started when Quentin (aka Acolyt #2 aka Ernie Balls of Steel), just popped a chat window at me face saying "how about Castle Bravo?".

This is the story of when a strike of genius
becomes the path of doom lurking amongst us

This story is entitled Castle Bravo!

In the ages of chaos, infamy was born
because any peace attempt was forlorn

A promess of peace made to nations of the rich
To annihilate all they need is to flip a switch

Our incompetent leaders rule the world with fear
Now only thing left to us is our bloodied tears

Those who can purchase peace will be feared forever
Those who can't build their own will leave in fear forever

Diplomatic failures, Surrogates of ambition
Conflicts of interests, Intersecting wills for power

The doomsday clock ticks at an increasing rate
Midnight is coming, time to say your last prayer

For our leaders have finally gone nuts
Warheads ready for lift off, Silos openning all around the civilized world, Red Alert - termination initiated!

(alarms set off)

Missile ballet, a dance of death
Nuclear blasts, mighty fireworks
Sterilization, of the earth's crust
Life vaporized, and will never come back

Those who could purchase peace didn't leave forever
Those who didn't build their own shared the doom of the others.

- It was something like 9am, just got logged in at work. What a hell was he talking about? -

Second chat line: a link to a wikipedia page about this Castle Bravo thing.

It started making sense, Quentin, in his own way was trying to suggest we write a song about an out of control nuclear experiment. Very Thrash Metallish, Dave Mustaine would be proud!

Then I taught about some lyrics, and I didn't feel like writing about a single nuclear blast but about -because I like doom- the whole earth being repaint by atomic fire.

Because I like writing lyrics as short stories that have a intro, development and conclusion I had to explain why oh why would the earth undergo such an horrible fate (or a healthy cure from life infestation).

The story is obvious: our leaders, who are kind of a whole bunch of psychos (you must have strong ego issues to want to be the US president, I'm just saying...) well they go nuts up another notch and start attacking each other with nukes and well we all die, the poor, the rich, the famous, the lonely, all of us, united and equal for the first and the last time.

Musically, I tried to render a growing sense of oppression, of danger until an alarm rings and all hell breaks loose.

The big four, live at last!

I just bought my tickets for what will be the festival of the century. Just look at the bands who will play during this very unique day: Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer, Anthrax (yes this is the famous magical Big Four of thrash metal), Motorhead, Heaven & Hell (aka Black Sabbath) and Mastodon.

This will happen in Zurich, Switzerland, on June 18th 2010 at the Sonisphere Festival!!

If anyone wanna come down there with me & my pals, let me know!!

Happy Clem

Minor blog update

As you can see, today I did a minor style update that should make the blog look shinier on Firefox 3.6+, Chrome 4+ and Safari 4+, using some CSS3 magik :)
Introducing linear gradients and some more border-radius. I like it. I could make it work in IE using some shady Microsoft filters, but they are quite buggy so I'm not gonna spend some time on it!

Enjoy!

Funerals on the Moon

I know the title is weird. The lyrics of this song are weird and even the music itself is put together in a weird way, but if you're here you don't want normal, you want some Clem weirdness!

Funerals on the moon, demo download

They reached the outer limits of knowledge, Producing the unbelievable
For the parlor Humankind spread its breed through the emptiness
Spores of culture colonizing the infertile universe
Robots of artificial intelligence brought to Life
The realm of the living isn't only organic anymore

Update your mind database, there is Still one limit out there
But you CAN make it the best scene of your dream-life

Your funerals on the moon, buy your funerals on the moon.

A wire to connect you to everyone
A chip to make you think twice as fast
A friend-list that is never empty
A fridge to cook all of your favorite meals

Update your mind database, there is Still one limit out there
But you CAN make it the best scene of your dream-life

Your funerals on the moon, buy your funerals on the moon.

Yes we got pretty much all you ever need
and we even got what you'll want for your closure.
For everything is to sell, your soul, your body,
and your funerals on the moon.
Buy your funerals on the moon.

A ship to put you into orbit
To your last route we commit
Your children in the passenger seat
the last minutes of your rotting meat

We know how to reach the sun
But this ain't your destination
We're bringing you to the moon
You bought your funerals on the moon

I wrote the lyrics this summer when I was waiting in Barcelona at the airport's gate to fly back to Paris. It was 7 am and I was still a bit wasted because of a very well Mojitoed last-fiesta-before-I-go in Spain. So I was sitting there waiting for my flight. You may not know but I'm not that awesomely comfortable with the concept of getting inside a box weighting 120 tons when empty filled with hundreds of liters of highly flammable fuel with a couple of guys who sit in the front hoping to fly the thing using an incredibly complex board designed by aliens for aliens (some call this a plane). Scientists say it will fly because of the design of its wings and the power of its engines, but really it sounds crazy to me.

Then I started thinking about the future, how all of this will evolve, the airports, transportations, people. It seemed to me that the 2010 guy is much more different compared to the 1990 guy than the 2010 plane compared to the 1990 one. I mean, nowadays lots of people are obsessed with twitting their boring lives (which are getting longer thanks to science, what's the goal? longer boredom?) and hunting for crispy nasty secrets in their friend's facebook pictures. You gotta have 900 friends on Myspace or you are a looser, but hey you already are a looser because you are on MySpace and that website is so old (more that 5 years!). Of course you can build real friendships while facing life and death situations in the depths of a dungeon in World of Warcraft, the kind of friendship that if you die in front of your computer someone will eventually notice that "GonzoTheGreat" level 56 orc (what a noob!) didn't login for the last 5 days.

I'm not being original here, what I think is that we are getting physically disconnected to our fellow human beings and dependent to pieces of hardware that are closer and closer to our bodies and will at last be directly integrated in ourselves so we can be continually conscious of the updates of our followed RSS feeds and stuff.

Humanity will eventually evolve to a cyborg race just to be virtually connected with friends & work, which both will be virtual. That was my conclusion.

Then being a cyborg means being technology enhanced. It will probably mean having tons of nanorobots in our body, reorganizing our cells, optimizing our neuronal paths making us cunningly fast thinkers, and more or less immortal. What would be the effects of virtual friendships to a mind after 4 centuries of real loneliness, trapped in perfect bodies and in a society where you got it all without an effort?

Alright, no drinks for me.