The problem with all the present technology is that no one seems to know exactly when and where it comes from: built in great software-hardware companies or in some unknown village or garage next to you?
If in the future all the human cultural – technical databases on the web will be accessed, examined and used instantly by some human-clones, will human competition with them still be possible? Of course they’ll develope themselves totally out of human mind control … is this the future?
This sounds like science fiction … isn’t it?
Refractions
Sometimes I feel like a RockStar … I know! It must be a Guitar Refraction … this happens when I’m suddenly inspired.
InvisAbility
Remaining INVISIBLE is an ART today, but it’s not so difficult … we can learn from nature how it works.
This track is dedicated to my invisible friend Antares and his (un)natural chaotic disappearing.
Million Dollar Hotel
Though the track’s title is different, this time inspiration comes from a film.
That’s rare indeed, but U2 are somehow my source of inspiration (together with other irish sounds and rockblues), Daniel Lanois and Wenders too.
About this film, it was the year 2000. Since then, things have quickly changed, our way of life more and more conditioned by technology and public sharing, but I often think that it’s just a (conditioned) illusion.
This intro scene represents somehow my long adolescence … till 2000, I’d have been dead, instead it was the beginning of a new era (if I like it or not).
I played with my own memory about the film, or better: with my feelings about the film, watching the scene just yesterday, when I tried listening to my music with it.
Sweet tree
No words for this one … just my subconscious playing …
Strange mood
A strange reaction in front of some bitter fruits of life.
Distant Sounds
… or DISTANT GALAXIES
A painter is lost if he finds himself.
That’s wonderful, said by an octogenarian artist.
MAX ERNST
Naissance d’une galaxie (Birth of a galaxy) was created in the year of the first moon landing. Man had conquered the lunar symbol of the yearnings of Romanticism (a cultural epoch so important for Ernst) and found only empty, rocky silence. As if by way of a replacement, Ernst allows a new galaxy, its circular disc patterned with dots, to arise out of the nebula of primeval forms inhabiting the lower border of the picture. This galaxy is located in the imagination – and in the picture seen here. Entirely in keeping with Ernst’s fantastical natural history, the eternal, ethereal realm and the here and now of artistic invention converge in the moment of this picture.
Somewhere
I’m going to delete my asocial accounts (not this), so I’ll be just HERE and THERE in your ears (and possibly in your heart).
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