In the conception of ACADIA EVENT, I heard the Sam Roberts Band playing a new song on the radio called, WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER, from their latest album. LO FANTASY.
I'm not sure if I liked the song when I first heard it, but the words were sort of intriguing, and it had a good beat. The chorus in particular.
Excerpt from:
We're All in this Together by the Sam Roberts Band
We're all in this together
So keep moving don't stop
Keep moving don't stop
We're all in this together
So keep moving don't stop
Keep moving don't stop
We may never be the same again
We may never be the same again
Keep moving don't stop
Keep moving don't stop
We may never be the same again
We may never be the same again
Keep moving don't stop
Keep moving just go, go, go
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Now, the truth of the matter is this song is very upbeat, about abandoning greed and embracing each other. But in my twisted mind, I envisioned people controlled by alien intelligence, using them for tasks to a single collective.
The aliens are blind, and therefore spit bio-mechanical worms into a hosts eyes, which then plugs straight into the cerebral cortex giving them sight and total control. Did I mention that during this process the eyeballs of the host literally cook off inside the eye socket? I did now. These aliens, also bio-mechanical, are called Skentophyte and they belong to a network.
Sam Roberts Band had a few songs that ended up in my writers playlist when I wrote Acadia Event. There along with Pink Floyd's SHEEP from the album, ANIMALS. Music plays such an essential part in mood and bringing a scene to life and the sound need not be related to the piece, just the lubrication of the senses to get it there.
In the second verse of, SHEEP I found real inspiration as the intent of the Skentophyte invasion can mean only one thing. Harvest!
Excerpt from:
Sheep by Pink Floyd
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient, you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
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And so was for the man now a contestant on George Orwell's Animal farm is finding out that mankind is no longer at the top of the food chain.
Excerpt from Acadia Event :
The name of the unloader at Station #1 was Lance. He wasn’t sure why he’d bothered to tell the driver to put his paperwork into the pump house. It wasn’t like he was going to need it.
In fact, the days of filling out forms and logging fuel tickets had long since gone by. That poor driver wouldn’t be going back for another load. If he were lucky, the Skent would do away with him right here and now. This was a better fate than the 360 Acadia employees who had been marched through the portal and into a Skentophyte version of a slaughterhouse in whatever remote part of the universe these things came from.
He’d seen it all through their collective eye, heard the screams as they were marched through an elaborate grid that wasn’t all that different from the beef slaughterhouse he had worked at in Porcupine Plains, Saskatchewan. The stench of blood was higher than in that place, though, but the mechanics were basically the same.
They were funneled begging and screaming into a structure that looked much like a salt dome and then, one by one, they were killed and processed with precision. The only difference really was that the bones jacketed inside the human bodies were harvested while the tissue and organs were discarded. It was horrific.
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Here's a link to check out my book, ACADIA EVENT
So that's my writing playlist this week. I'll leave you two links.
Thanks for tagging along.
