FELTWARE v1.0

Narrative & Festival Context

Festival Program Note

LEDs harmonize; cables hum a choir; the rig answers its makers with a house anthem for stitched-and-wired hearts. It’s the moment the festival itself starts to sing back.

Lead Puppet Producer

Nova – Nova took this one like it was a launch sequence, not just a song—because to her, Feltware has always been half music and half AV myth-making. She built the track as an installation: boot tones as crowd cues, “googly eye drivers” as the world’s dumbest operating system, and drops that feel like the festival’s lights physically snapping into alignment. The moon theme wasn’t metaphor for her—it was a target—so yes, she absolutely tried to get permission to project the Feltware logo onto the lunar surface with holography lasers, and yes, she was politely told to stop emailing NASA “for one tiny little test.” In the end she settled for “uploading joy to the lunar room” instead: a title track that treats every glitch as glitter, every squeak as truth, and every reboot as the moment the whole city remembers it’s allowed to be magical.

Track Dedication

Dedicated to everyone who’s still here at the almost-morning hour—the rail-riders and rail-sitters, the shufflers in the back, the ops crews in the towers, the FOH teams blinking at LEDs, the med, security, runners, cleaners, and the friends guarding everyone’s bags from the sidelines. You’ve all been sharing the same air, same kick drum, and the same slowly-melting sense of time for way too many hours in a row, and somehow the lights still feel worth it.

This is the “we’re exhausted but we’re not done yet” reset button—the moment the whole field quietly agrees to squeeze out one more wave of joy before sleep, showers, and sore everything catch up. If your caffeine, adrenaline, and feelings are all peaking at once, please drink some water, take a breath, and look around: you did this together. Crowd and crew, artists and staff—at this hour you’re all the same constellation under the same rebooted moon. This one’s for everyone who stayed.

Lyrics – “FELTWARE v1.0 (Reboot the Moon)”

Official lyrics are provided below for reference. For a synced or formatted version, you can also visit Musixmatch.

Booting, feltwear online
Loading, googly eye drivers

Beep beep beep, buffer wakes the room
Foam feet tap like metronome doom
Zip zip strings across the stage
We stitch the night to a neon gauge
Click clack strings in a tidy row
Our hearts go quantize on the downbeat
Go

Patch the laugh, prime the snare
Sidechains thunder in the air
Flip the switch, count it in
Three, two, grin

Reboot
Googly eyes go wide
Felt boots stomp in time
Ride the bite, wave tight
Reboot
Puppet hands up high
Coat the sky with glitter and a lullaby
Reboot
Wires wiggle, lights explode
We're the firmware for the dance floor node

Boop boop beep beep, okay
Boop beep beep, okay
Moons our stage, press play

Clamp clamp clips in a squeaky wheel
Toy drum rim with a rubber duck peel
Patch bay grin, little foam cap crew
If it squeaks on beat, it's true

Velvet crash, zipper hat
Bitcrush halo, hear that
Hold your breath, count it in
Three, two, spin

Reboot
Felted basslines push
Supersaw sunrise through a pixel bush
Reboot
Tape stop, small release
Every glitch a glitter piece
Reboot
Byte byte byte, we bloom
Uploading joy to the lunar room

Binary dreams in a felt cocoon
Paper lantern stars hum soon, soon
Puppet choir soft and slow
Hold the code then let it go

Reboot
Googly eyes ignite
Kicks so clean you can taste the night
Reboot
We laugh in eight-bit bloom
Puppetcore mainframe make more room

Shut down
But the squeak persists
See you at the next moon