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I am very proud to announce that my 45th album, a rock-pop work, has just hit the streaming services.
It’s called The Green, Green Gas of Home and it’s been released under the name of my musical act, Salon de la Guerre. I recorded it over the summer. It’s a New Wave-y album with environmental and apocalyptic themes that touches on issues of dementia and memory, things that have affected those near to my heart. It’s got a little soul and a little krautrock.
A lot of the album was recorded with my Logic Pro software instruments, though I snuck in a guitar performance for sonic texture. As much as I loved working with my collaborator Christina E., who did some vocals on my last album, the latest work is, once again, all me all the time in my one-man-band mode.
I describe the album this way on my Bandcamp page:
“Salon de la Guerre’s 45th album is a mix of uptempo pop, rock and electronic songs with apocalyptic overtones about environmental calamity, mental decline, and the economies that emerge from civil collapse, as well as the toll these phenomena take on our families and interpersonal relationships. It’s also got a dose of hope.”
For those of you counting, I now have 586 songs in circulation. If you’re asking, “Does this guy have some kind of weird obsession with counting his songs in the hundreds, and is he excited somehow to say that he’s written almost 600 songs?” The answer is yes and yes. Asked and answered. Sue me.
You can now find The Green, Green Gas of Home available for streaming on services such as Pandora, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Bandcamp, YouTube and Spotify, among other many other platforms both domestic and global. (I still don’t offer physical media like CDs or vinyl, though I can always dream … one day … maybe … )
As usual, the album was written, arranged, performed and produced by me in my home studio in New York City. The album’s cover photo of the child in the gas mask is by Lisa5201.
After the grid shut down, A religious order rose in the darkness The charismatic types They suddenly had found new purpose.
The lord gave animals To those on whom New grace was shown
The winners and losers now Had rearranged themselves somehow
The cries in the dark that night Pretend not to hear it Pretend not to hear it
Follow me and I’ll promise to Show you land God gave to you And the beasts you will be husband to
There was a lottery Someone’s riding point tonight New faces have appeared Like ghosts lost in the night
A world of orphans needs A patriarch no matriarch The tribe it must decide before The eyes go dark What lessons are learned Principles barked
And a leeward green and windward blue The ark’s bacteria carried mostly in you Gut flora hosannas and minuscule cheers Carried the day; they were our seers
A world of orphans needs no dogma now Leviathan the blush blue cow Still chases us in reddish ruts Leaves us yearning with tiny cuts Leaves us burning in sun’s russeted butts And hoping to churn in a new god’s guts.
Eric R. Rasmussen is a novelist, composer, journalist and filmmaker. He is the author of ten novels, including the three-volume work The Ghost and the Hemispheres. He is the sole force behind the musical act Salon De La Guerre. And he is the writer/director of the online Web comedy series “The Retributioners” starring Stephanie Faith Scott.
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