Ridiculously early on Monday morning I went for a refreshing walk on the 10 kilometer woodland trail behind my house. It's an excellent way to spend a couple of hours if you want fresh air, exercise and no human interaction. I've literally never met a living soul on that trail, which can get quite creepy and Blair Witch-like. One time I walked the trail on a dark October night listening to Jeffrey Combs reading H.P. Lovecraft's Herbert West: Reanimator. I nearly shit myself, I kept turning around to see if there were zombies following me.
Anywho: Every now and then I'd take my cheap little camera (a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-S40) out of my pocket and shoot little snippets of random and pointless stuff along the way. Including horse shit, ants and bulldozer tracks from where some douchebags tore half the place to shreds.
When I got home I piled all the little clips together in chronological order in VideoPad Video Editor (rubbish freeware ftw). All together they added up to ten minutes and ten seconds, which also happens to be the length of Opeth's Nectar.
It was inevitable. A music video had to be made. I took the sound out (throughout most of the raw footage you could actually hear Devin Towsend's Deconstruction blaring very loudly out of my headphones) and just slabbed Nectar right on top of that sucker, with no additional editing or any effort whatsoever to make the images match the music.
Fuck yeah, I'm a regular Chris Cunningham up in dis muddafugga.
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