The weather alert is orange, temperature records are falling one after another for the thirtieth consecutive day, and the air outside closely resembles a wood-fired oven pointed straight at you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What better time, before packing up my suitcase for the summer break of my blog, to give you a piece of healthy, visceral and sardonic progressive rock from my solo path<\/a>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHot, Hot (Dancing the Apocalypse)\u201d<\/strong> It stems from a reflection as surreal as it is everyday: the logical short circuit of turning on the air conditioner at full blast to blast freezing air into the living room, despite knowing that the outside motor is spitting fire directly onto the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We find ourselves toasting with ice in the glass while the sea rises up to our throats, signing international climate agreements designed for the \u201cTwo Thousand Nevers\u201d<\/em> and clearing our conscience with a tree planted on Instagram between one transatlantic flight and the next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On a musical level, I enjoyed blending seemingly distant worlds:<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's a sonic swing between awareness and the unstoppable desire to dance arm in arm towards the inevitable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A small technical mishap deserves to be shared. I had uploaded the song to a US digital distributor a month ago to distribute it on streaming platforms. The result? I was stuck in a state of \u201cprocessing\u201d<\/em> endless, without any response to my requests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It almost makes you smile when you think about certain dynamics overseas: that the word climate change<\/em> or the digs at crude oil and excise duties have become too indigestible<\/a> for some automatic filter?<\/p>\n\n\n\n No big deal. No digital bureaucracy, no algorithms acting as gatekeepers. The song travels freely directly on YouTube<\/a><\/strong>, accompanied by a minimalist visual: the official cover with some old-fashioned film-style blurring. In the photo, you see me in an impeccable tuxedo, Pacifica in hand, while the theater behind me literally bursts into flames.<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe Excerpt: The Eternal Paradox of the Air Conditioner<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Sound Architecture<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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The Saga of the Digital Distributor (and the American Filter)<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Listen to the Song<\/h2>\n\n\n\n