SOURCE: Based on “Diamond drizzle forecast for Saturn and Jupiter,” Nature, 9 October 2013, as used in the post “Sooty, with a chance of diamonds.”
ABSTRACT: I guess I’ve done a song on a planet made of diamonds, so a companion piece on diamond weather (on much closer planets) only seems natural. It’s really about internal weather, I suppose. Rising stink of methane, compressed through pressure and heat into liquid diamonds.
I totally shouldn’t let this on, but this was written half under the influence of the first Breeders song I ever heard, “Glorious,” off Pod, way back when they were more eerie and minimal and less poppy. Only I made this song a little more alien. Some weird ideas about counting. Compressed two verses into the space of one. And obviously, I am not Kim Deal. And had to steal moments to make this on a laptop hiding in the living room late at night rather than cranking up amps in a warehouse and just letting rip until it sounded right.
Cry me a diamond.