Electro Pants

In this riveting update, Lachlan Walmsley of ĒON (it’s me, yeah) and a scientist/ literary buff discuss the song Electro Pants from the soon to be released Flying Cars album. Who better to comment on science fiction themes than one who heralds from both disciplines?

Lachlan Walmsley: tell me what you think is going on

Science Expert and Literary Enthusiast: I think a guy is given a pair of technologically sophisticated pants that update to stay a step ahead of fashion all the time. Eventually, he discovered that the man who gave him said pants is none other than HIMSELF from the future.

Lachlan Walmsley: SPOT FLIPPING ON! Good, I'm glad that it's clear. It's quite obvious, isn't it?

Science Expert and Literary Enthusiast: I thought it was quite clear, yes. I thought maybe there was some underlying metaphor I was missing.

Lachlan Walmsley says: Well, no, it was just two different paradoxes:

1. Where did the pants come from?

2. They were programmed with information on fashion trends made available in hindsight, but it was because they had the information early on that actually initialized the trend - bringing about the question - who designed the fashions?

Science Expert and Literary Enthusiast: I think you'll find that the answer to both those questions is "The man who built the pants."

It was you to whom I was talking about with the piece of paper that gets passed through time, much like these pants, but eventually fades and crumbles away, yeah?

Lachlan Walmsley says: We did indeed have that conversation.

Science Expert and Literary Enthusiast: I like to think that you could somehow trace the pants backwards through numerous times like that.

Actually, with the paper thing -- let's say you're the last you with the paper. Future You appears and says "Hey, pass this piece of paper on to Past You when you have time travel." but then you lose it or it's destroyed or whatever.

You don't have the paper to pass on, so Past You never gets it But ends up in the EXACT SAME POSITION as Present You, i.e., without the piece of paper

Did you ever get the piece of paper?

Or do you just THINK you did?

I got this awesome Atomic Robo comic in Sydney the other day with time travel in it with a similar kind of paradox. "I'm trying not to think about it." "Good. Don't. Faith in causality is perhaps the very cornerstone of sanity."

Lachlan Walmsley: Ooh, that’s good. It's like the grandfather paradox of the time traveler being their own grandfather. After several loops, does the DNA become degraded?

Science Expert and Literary Enthusiast: Oh my god, It SHOULD.

Lachlan Walmsley: - until they eventually come to a stage where they wouldn't have the ability to traveler to the past let alone seduce and mate with their grandmother.

Fascinating deconstruction there, if you want to ponder these and many more questions, why not check out some of ĒON’s previous releases at:

· This Is My Town (late 2009): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OADYHTK0

· Hydraulic Horse (mid 2009): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=HYFTDQ42

· Science Fiction (early 2009): http://www.megaupload.com/?d=8V3HQODK

Keep your ears, eyes and, most importantly, your hearts open for news on Flying Cars

Science Fashion

Ever wondered why it is that science fiction movies set in the future always forget or plain neglect to update fashion trends... particularly hair styles?

I know I have, check out my new song on this very topic here

Played until my fingers... wept

Hearing the lyrics of Bryan Adam's Summer of '69 I guess I had always felt a little cheated that I had never played until my fingers bled. Recording some guitar tracks for the Flying Cars album, now in development, I was presented with the opportunity to play until my fingers bled. I had not played in quite some time and so felt these would be optimal conditions as my supple finger tips would be all the more likely to fulfill my destiny. I was disappointed, however, to find that my finger tips went from supple, to momentarily blistered, and then to... well... it wasn't blood.

So I now ask, is it possible to play until your fingers bleed, Mr. Bryan Adams, what are your sources? It is MR. Adams and not DR. Adams? What do you know of the anatomical workings. All I know is you are a spreader of falsities.