MUSIC & VIDEO
MUSIC & VIDEO
Keep It
Lyrics and music: Simon Carrillo, aka Crimson
"Addiction" could have been the title of this song.
The narrator of the verses is the personification of a drug I am addicted to: my phone.Like many, I have a toxic relationship with it.
As in Darren Aronofsky's film "Requiem for a Dream," with each passing season, what was supposed to be the foundation for a dream of emancipation and freedom gradually drops its mask and reveals its true nature:a drug that takes control. In my song, each verse is a season:
The chord progressions become jarring over time: tritone then semitone . The stable binary meter at the beginning gives way to a 5/4 time signature reminiscent of the pentagram. Incidentally, I have given this inner demon a name: "soulsnapper," inspired by Victorian ghost stories and Radiohead's song " Bodysnatchers."
Proceeds from Keep It will be donated to the Association Addictions France.
That's Weird
Lyrics and music: Simon Carrillo, aka Crimson
I am afraid of sleep as one is afraid of a big hole,
Full of vague horror, leading who knows where.
Charles Baudelaire , « Le Gouffre » (Le Spleen de Paris)
The dreamlike fable "That's weird" was born from a strange dream in which the world goes haywire, objects fly through the air, and time collapses. And at the heart of this chaos appears an infinite well.
This well is a chasm of memory, knowledge, emotions... but also an abyss capable of containing all human absurdities and violence. A modern counterpart to the ancient wishing well, this modern well into which we throw virtual currency struck me as a metaphor for our times: a place where we could lock away collective stupidity, the madness of a world where the power of destruction exceeds that of creation. This nightmare is absurd, disturbing, sarcastic, and yet so close to the abyss into which the world is being sucked.
In this piece, somewhere between irony and vertigo, I tried to convey the feeling of diving into this infinite well, the well of our own collective unconsciousness.
