I’ve been collecting an assortment of oddities, things that started in one project and then spun out of orbit or evolved into something entirely different during the process. The one unifying theme seems to be that they all have a certain cinematic vibe, so I’ve been going back through the archives and polishing off the best bits for release here under “Themes for Imaginary Films”. This is the first of a likely album’s worth (or more). Close your eyes, and imagine yourself drowning in dark waters, fighting for breath as you swim frantically towards the surface, only to find when you emerge that the world you remember has become something very strange… (headphones and darkness recommended but enjoy as you will.) cheers – D
It’s a big problem that mainstream discourse about the climate crisis fails to point to the huge gap between renewables & fossil fuel energy, or that the aerosol masking effect from pollution will go away as we transition, warming the planet more. Degrowth is the only way out.
And yet, even knowing what I know, there is a massive cognitive dissonance around taking the necessary action. It’s just so much more massive than our individual effort, and it can’t work unless we unite the majority of the people on earth behind it. Is that even possible?
Think about what degrowth actually means. Whole industries need to be shut down, and not just fossil fuel extraction. All of us, everyone on the planet, needs to re-direct their time and energy away from consumption and consumerism and into repairing the damage, and soon.
We need to retrain and redirect our attention to reforestation, adaptive farming, and ecosystem triage. And yes – even with all that we probably need some form of “carbon removal” tech to stave off the worst impacts of 1.5º and even 2º which is already baked in.
How do we do that? Even jobs that aren’t overtly destructive generate CO2. My company creates products from plastics made from fossil fuels and other materials mined from the earth. Do I shut down my company? How do I survive and provide for my family?
What about my employees and their families? What about all the businesses who purchase my products and their families and employees?
Ok, then what about mitigation? It’s imperfect, it’s not a solution, but what can I do working from the inside to transition my company into a more sustainable direction? Can I fix some of the problem and hope others will follow?
We’ve tried. Many of the technologies that exist are at a fraction of the scale needed, and most don’t exist at all. How do you make a guitar cable that has no ecological impact? You can’t. And even if you could the business still relies on consumerist capitalism to thrive. I only make money if I keep producing more and more stuff. And I am just a subset of the larger music industry. My business relies on the continued production of musical instruments that make my products necessary. All of these businesses need to shut down. And this is just one, tiny, insignificant “niche” industry.
What about all the others? We need a fundamental reimagining of human civilization. We need to rethink how we engage with the planet and each other, one that puts our fragile ecosystems at the center. Can we even have the will to entertain that discussion?
Seriously, can we? We can barely agree with each other on objective facts anymore. Elites are concentrating power and fueling disinformation. People are refusing vaccines in the midst of a deadly pandemic that has killed more than a million people.
No, unfortunately, it appears that this system of mutual self-annihilation is entrenched. It rewards greed and self-interest above all, it pays us when we exacerbate the problem. It punishes us for opting out, and choosing collective commons over individual gain.
Even those of us who see what’s coming are generally powerless to stop it. Think about the overwhelming majority who either don’t understand the scale of the problem or from their position of privilege don’t think it will impact them. And let’s not forget those who simply don’t care, and those actively trying to profit from destruction.
It’s hard to imagine that scale of cooperation when so many are still in denial that there is a climate crisis.
This isn’t a problem that we can solve without aggressive, concerted, global effort. And the pre-requisite to aggressive, concerted effort, is to tell the truth. To accept the harsh reality of our predicament. Because despite what many think, we aren’t going to just “tech”our way out of this. Our leadership has failed us, and they need to stop building their own lifeboats and be honest. It is the only way we can start to undo any of the damage.
Yes – we have to willingly give up much of who we think we are. We have to step forward and decide that humanity is more important, that saving our species (and others) from extinction is worth giving up the widgets, the entertainments, the leisure travel, all of it.
We have to decide that living things and living systems are more important. Because that is what we have to do if we want to survive.
The alternative, of course is that we just continue to let the car drive us off the cliff. A few of us might survive, maybe. Regardless of our choice, earth will enact its own version of “degrowth” whether we like it or not.
We need to have these hard conversations about the seriousness of the climate crisis, if we are to save some of what remains. The only alternative is human extinction.
Lack of any updates is not for a lack of words… it is merely the effect of being unable to choose exactly where to start with everything that is fucking wrong in the world right now.
I’ll come back to this later, I promise.
But for now, this:
Way back in good ol’ 1999, before Extropy was formed from the ashes of Dreamscape Unlimited, we used to have a sample recording of the William Yeats poem “The Second Coming” which we used in our live set. Sure, it was an illegally acquired sample but we didn’t care… Come and get us Sony! I always loved the poem and it captures the fragility of modernity in a way that few words ever have: “Things fall apart, the center does not hold.”
As someone who has been labeled a modern age “Cassandra” and a purveyor of dystopian musics for two decades, it would be easy for me to say ” I told ya so.”
The current COVID-19 crisis was predictable, but not necessarily preventable. However, the scale and scope of the crisis is being exacerbated by numerous conditions that are a byproduct of the way we have structured our societies.
First – over the last two decades (and even much longer than that), inequality has skyrocketed as an unfettered capitalist system allowed those at the top suck up more and more of the world’s wealth while those at the bottom suffer. In a catastrophe, those at the top are more concerned about self-preservation than anything else, so the rest of us be damned. The elite who knew about the risk the virus presented and did nothing dumped their stocks and warned their friends in advance.
Second – the destruction of habitat around the world and the urbanization of areas previously inhabited by wild animals creates a crucible in which new pathogens and diseases can evolve and mutate and eventually cross over to infect humans. This is just one side effect of our climate crisis which, unchecked will continue to overwhelm our civilization with catastrophe after catastrophe. You already know this. You’ve been bombarded with it constantly. Fires, floods, famines, plagues.
Thirdly – we live in an era of instant communication, where the the proliferation of social “media” and the ease with which false information spreads (like a virus) has made our collective “REALITY” a questionable one. How do you make informed decisions if you can’t be sure what’s true? Those in power who called this a “Hoax” and tried to profit politically from mis-information are desperately trying to walk back what they said, gas lighting all of us in the process.
Fourth – a huge percentage of the human population still believe in religious myths. In America, specifically with regard to Christianity, it creates an environment where believers are easy targets for misinformation, and ripe for con-artists who can “drape themselves in Jesus’ robes” while serving a selfish agenda and doing the exact opposite. Many of these believers are crudely, and intentionally ignorant, while many others are simply the product of an American culture that upholds unquestioned religious freedom over skepticism and scientific accuracy. When ignorance is elevated to discourse, and science is equal to “belief”, stupidity rules.
Lastly… this pandemic has struck during the most dysfunctional, inept, venal, self-interested and completely fucking ignorant administration in US History.
So yeah. I fucking told you so.
And for those of you who choose to disagree, or prefer to let your beliefs or politics or stubborn ignorance blind you to the reality of our collective situation, do me a favor. Take some time out of your quarantine lockdown to read a fucking book and educate yourself because your stupidity and selfishness is putting the entire human race at risk.
Dust settles on the ashes. Is that ironic? Perhaps. We certainly had our time in the sun, but compared to the lifespan of this mediocre star in a far flung arm of a nondescript galaxy that gave us life, we were only a flash of cognition. And we burned brightly, for awhile… harnessed the energy of millions of years of dead organisms, tamed the atom, created sprawling cities and incomprehensible technologies and fantastic ruins. We also invented great schools of thought and philosophy, works of literature and science, soul-stirring art, and the extinction of almost all life on earth. Our fall was magnificent… the end result of our worst impulses magnified: greed, cynicism, and ultimately, a failure to live in harmony with and in consideration of the planet from which we sprang.
But what is a few tens of thousands of years compared against 8 billion? If this message reaches you, in whatever future exists before Sol reaches it’s apex as a cooling but surly red queen, know that we WERE, once. That we conquered and bled and cried and loved against the background of so many stars. So much was gained that was ultimately lost.
- From the Journal of unknown earth human “S.C.”, transmitted digitally by high powered radio, November 2032. Picked up by relay at spiral B3.1 (Alpha/Proxima Centauri), re-broadcast to inner spiral via N3768900012-12 and flagged for further study. This document has been reviewed by Watcher 10073216D. Extinction level event confirmed (see also: file archive “lethe”). Related audio files attached for reference.
It’s hard to shake the feeling of dread as we cross over from 2019 to 2020, and not just because our base-ten arithmetic conditions us to place emphasis on every decadal shift. It feels momentous, the crossing of a Rubicon of sorts… From the hopeful past to a hopeless future… a place where we once expected to find world-changing technological advancements, free energy, flying cars, and cities on mars. Instead we arrive in a world of social, political, and environmental collapse… a world where unprecedented anxiety and easy propaganda stems from systems of connection that monetize the darkest aspects of human nature…. where dogma and lies are elevated to national discourse… where reality itself is the subject of heated debate… where the shadow of catastrophic war and destruction and even the extinction of all life hangs over our heads and the doomsday clock ticks ever closer to midnight.
Those of us who wear the mantle of Cassandra are compelled to document this dark future that we see humanity careening recklessly towards, knowing that it will be unappreciated and ultimately lost to the wreckage of time.
Still… we bear witness…. the last prophets of the last decade.
Somehow the summer has transformed to autumn, burnished leaves and wildfires marking the transition. Times being what they are, I think it’s important to disconnect from despair now and then… in the untamed surf of the lost coast, in the forests and hills, in a thick stack of books…
And yes… surrounded by noise-making machines, playing and tapping and pounding and shrieking out a retort to the indifferent gristmill of existence threatening to grind us all into dust.
Production is wrapping up on Antapex Arc, with only a few tracks left to finish. I’ve decided to keep the final mixes quiet until the release so I won’t be posting anymore demos (though if you know me by now you also know I could change my mind, ha!)
Instead, I’m dropping the full and complete lyrics below. Conceivably some minor changes may occur in the final phase, but if you’re curious as to the tone and bent of the new record, have a peek.
001 MONSTERS // WITHOUT THE MASKS THE MONSTERS ARE EASY TO SEE. THEY’RE EVERYWHERE.
002 THE HOUSE OF GOD // THERE IS NO HEART IN THE HOUSE OF GOD THERE IS NO GOD IN THE HEART OF MAN MISPLACED FAITH IN THE LIE IN THE BLOOD MISPLACED FAITH IN THE LIE WE ARE ALL CORPSES WAITING TO DIE WE ARE ALL CORPSES WAITING TO DIE
003 TRANSFORM TO RUIN // BLUR THE FACTS INTO OBLIVION INCOMPREHENSION TO ADAPT DOCUMENTS FOR THE SHREDDER CHAOS IN THE MATH NERO AND HIS VIOLINS SEX AND VIOLENCE I SAW IT IN THE PAPERS IN THE MASS PRODUCTION MACHINE COPPING OUTRAGE ON DEMAND COUNTERFEIT SUSTENANCE RARE EARTHS SMART PHONES TAKING SELFIES FROM THE PLASTIC PATCH
004 DEATHWAVE // NO EBB IN THE DEATHWAVE, NO CLEMENCY FOR THE IGNORANT. NO TURNING BACK NOW. THIS IS WHAT IS. WE ARE INSIDE YOU, WE ARE BECOME YOU. WE TIRE OF YOU. THOUGHTLESS GRAVITY-BOUND CREATURES OF LITTLE SIGNIFICANCE, YOUR TIME IS OVER. (run along now)
005 DREAM ARC // PAINT YOUR FACE IN ASH. HOWL AT THE DEMON MOON. NO MORE WINDMILLS OR SUN-CATCHERS. WE ARE SHARPENED KNIVES AND BARED TEETH. A BLIGHT ON THE HOUSE OF THE WICKED. HOOF MARKS IN THE DIRT. FEAR IN THE DUST, THE WIND RATTLES THE SKELETON TREES. SEVEN SEASONS OF PLAGUE. DEAD LOCUSTS, ROTTING SEED. COUNTING THE COST, THE MONEY-LENDERS IN THE TEMPLE. HANDSHAKES IN THE BACK ROOM, THROW THE BODIES IN THE RIVER. ALL OF THIS OR EVERYTHING. ALL OF THIS OR EVERYTHING. (sing your dreams, as loud as you can. the sound of their demise will be magnificent.)
006 THE MACHINES THAT FEED YOU ARE THE BEASTS THAT EAT YOU
007 LIES // THE LIES WILL KILL YOU. OR SOMEONE WILL.
008 THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE BUT I AM STILL ASLEEP
009 FOXES’ BLOOD // THE LEAVES IN THE GRASS. THE FOXES IN THE MEADOW. THE BLOOD ON THE BEAKS OF THE BIRDS. THIS IS WHAT YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. THE END OF THE LINE. WHAT’S YOURS IS MINE. THE VAPOUR TRAIL IN THE SKY. THE RUBBLE IN THE FIELD. THE MONSOON IN THE DISTANCE. THE GRACE OF ANGELS IN YOUR GRASP, AND THE LIES OF THE DEVILS IN YOUR EAR. RUIN IS THE FRUIT OF YOUR LABOR, DEATH IS A WHISPER ON THE VINE.
010 CASCADES //
011 MULTIPLE PATHS TO THE SAME END // SO GLAD THAT YOU COULD MAKE IT (evacuate the room – cellphone silence) EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL (tell the kids to shut the fuck up) WE KNOW WHAT’S BEST (you think you know better?) KEEP ON KEEPING ON, AS IF THERE WAS ANY OTHER WAY. MAKING THE WORLD SAFE FOR THE ANOINTED. GILDED WHISPERS AND GOLDEN PARACHUTES. SETTING FIRES UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO BURN. THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS. THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS.
012 THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP THIS, GO AHEAD AND TRY /// FLESH IN THE TEETH OF THE BROKEN MACHINE THE BLOOD AND THE BILE THAT FUELS IT UNSEEN ONE BY ONE THE WILLING ARE BENT CONSUMPTION MALFUNCTION THE REASON IS SPENT THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP THIS THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP THIS GO AHEAD AND TRY
013 THE VIBRATION IN THE WALLS IS AN ARMY APPROACHING // THE LAST FOOTSTEPS IN THE GARDEN YELLOW RIBBONS FLUTTER IN THE BREEZE I SAW EVERYTHING RUNNING UP THE HILL WHERE THE DEAD TREES PERCH A TANG OF SMOKE AND DUST ON THE HORIZON IN THE SUN KISSED HOLLOWS WHERE THE BIRDS FLEE AND THE FORESTS FALL BENEATH THE FEET OF THE MACHINES
014 THE UNHINGED AFTER // WAKING UP TO THE FAILURE THE WORDS ON THE PAGE ARE A CYPHER FOR THE LIE THERE’S A RAGE IN THE UNDERNEATH LONGING TO BE FREE A VIOLENCE IN THE BROKEN PLACES WE DON’T CARE TO SEE BUT I SEE CHAOS IS AN ANGRY GOD CHAOS IS AN ANGRY GOD I CAN’T SEE IT HAPPENING I CAN’T SEE IT HAPPENING BUT IT’S HAPPENING
015 FROM LOGIC TO EPILEPSY
“in itself, every idea is neutral… or should be; but man animates ideas, projects his flames and flaws into them; impure, transformed into beliefs, ideas take their place in time, take shape as EVENTS: so the trajectory is complete, from logic to epilepsy… There is no form of intolerance, of proselytism or ideological intransigence which fails to reveal the bestial substratum of enthusiasm. Once man loses his faculty of indifference he becomes a potential murderer; once he transforms his idea into a god… the consequences are incalculable.” E.M. Cioran
016 MONUMENT // this annihilation is a monument to dead men with dead ideas
017 ANNIHILATION ARC // EYES FLICKER NERVES TWITCH EVERY WORD IS A DAGGER THE NIGHT BARES HER CRIMSON TEETH CLOSE THE LOOP THE CAR IS WAITING OUTSIDE BLANK THE WINDOWS SHUT THE DOORS THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER ALIVE THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER ALIVE THE WALLS PULSE STARING INTO THE SCREEN SECURITY CODE LOCKOUT FUCKING THE ALREADY FUCKED A WHITE PHOSPHORUS AFTERBLUR STEELY MEN IN IMMACULATE SUITS BLOOD ON THE CUFF JUST A LITTLE PUSH SCRAPE MY PALMS IN THE DUST THE ASPHALT IS ON FIRE THE ASPHALT IS ON FIRE THE FUTURE IS NO LONGER ALIVE
018 EVERYTHING YOU LOVE IS DEAD OR DYING //
019 LAST PROPHETS /// A SONG OF CRUCIFIXION AT THE END OF DAYS IN THE FINAL HOUR THE EMPTY PROPHETS BEND TO THE WIND THE CLOCK CARVES A CROOKED PATH THROUGH THE PAINTED CIRCLES OF THE ANTHROPOCENE A WARNING IN MATCHSTICK RIDDLES SLOGANS FOR THE WASTED DECADES THE FALLACIOUS HOPE OF A GILDED STATE THE WHEELS ARE BROKEN ON THE BACKS OF THE CHAINED THE PATRIARCHS OF A DYING AGE THE EMPIRE DROWNED BENEATH THE WAVES NO RESURRECTED GODS AND NO ONE TO SAVE
020 BLURRED POINTS ON THE EXTINCTION CURVE// THE PATH THAT IS MADE FROM THE PRIMACY OF THE WILL IS A SERPENT’S MAZE PAINTED IN THE ASH THAT RIDES ON THE WIND OF DESTRUCTION. WHEN THE BEASTS THAT REMAIN PRAY TO THE MASTERS OF THE FIELDS, THE RUINS WILL UPHOLD YOUR RIGHT TO ANNIHILATION.
021 THIS IS ALL THERE IS// ANOTHER BODY FLOATS ON THE RIVER IN SHIMMERED PALLID REFLECTIONS OF THE SUN THE SUN THE ONLY SUN THE ONLY SUN YOU’LL EVER KNOW AND THE BREEZE IS CHURNING DUST ACROSS THE WORLD WHILE THE GREAT EMPTY MACHINE COUNTS THE TOLL IS IT WORTH THE PRICE? THIS IS ALL THERE IS
022 LAST OBSCENITIES /// TRYING TO FIND THE PERFECT EPITHET BUT THE WORDS ARE SHIT NO POINT TO THE ARGUMENT WHEN NO ONE BELIEVES IN IT GOD HELP US… BUT THERE’S NO GOD JUST AN EMPTY EXPANSE WHERE THE IDIOTS DANCE AND THE TRUTH IS A LIGHTNING ROD
023 ANTAPEX ARC // A WARNING. A KISS. A WELCOME DESTRUCTION. A PRETTY LITTLE POISON FLUSH WITH THE BLOOD OF FOUR BILLION YEARS ON HER LIPS. ALWAYS FALLING INTO THE SAME TRAPS, BEAUTIFUL PRISONS. DEATH IS PAINTED IN THE ECHOES OF FARAWAY STARS. MURDER IN THE GRAVITY WELLS OF SOLITARY SUNS. WHAT HOPE IS THERE? THOUGHTLESS BUT ALIVE. TO BE MORE. TO SEE MORE. TO UNDERSTAND THE ANSWERS. TO MOURN THE QUESTIONS. ALL THAT EVER WAS. A FADED STAIN ON THE CONCRETE.
So, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole a bit this week reading Greg Palast’s excellent https://www.gregpalast.com/vulturespicnic/
My unfortunate primary takeaway from it’s myriad indictments of oil industry fuckery is that there is no chance in hell that we are going to resolve the climate crisis through government action.
The reason, of course, is that the “governments” are complicit in and profiting from oil industry fuckery. It’s a feature, not a bug. It is a racket of monumental proportions underpinning our entire economic reality, ensnaring the greed of the entire elite apparatus in multiple countries (including both major parties in the USA).
Going back at least as far as World War II and it’s aftermath (and probably further) the entirety of western geopolitics has operated at the behest of the oil lords. Inconvenient indigenous peoples are removed, governments overthrown, wars perpetrated, assassinations ordered, bribes paid… all to insure that the oil industry profits were maintained. I don’t even need to annotate these accusations because even the marginally informed could point to 7 or 8 examples for each of them. Iran. Iraq. Syria. Venezuela. The arctic. Keystone.
As Palast points out, the oil industry even owns responsibility for Hurricane Katrina… And NOT necessarily because of their obvious contribution to global warming, but because they lobbied for and built a giant short-cut canal from the gulf to New Orleans that was basically a massive funnel for the sea to flow into the city. That and their destruction of the outlying wetlands that were previously protecting the city are the reasons that the hurricane devastated and overwhelmed the city. But, unless you dig deeper you only know what they want you to know.
So yeah, I’m pissed. You should be too. I highly recommend the book if you can get a copy (you can buy it directly from Greg at the link above).