The songs on this collection reveal a man who has come to terms with his sexuality, his choices and his place in the world, both professional and personally. And the record is done artfully enough that, even though the songs are intensely personal, there is something there for the listener to grab onto.
Then the song opens up, like pulling the curtains on a dark room. As light pours in, everything changes. Guitars trade grit for tinkle; kick drum gives way to high-hat and splash; the bass lightens its step. And then the keyboard takes up its song, standing in for the vocals. A beautiful, light melody fills the newly-brightened space. For a moment, I’m the one kissing on a moonlit rooftop.
Itâ€™s the simple pleasures in life that really make the difference. I can live without prime rib, but Iâ€™d miss cheeseburgers hot off the grill.
“I hate myself, I wanna kill you,” he sings. I wonder if this song is written to a lover or friend, or if the case shifts with the comma and Scum is actually talking to himself. These kind of questions pervade the record, and one listen won’t be enough to get any answers.
â€œIf everybodyâ€™s focus was every body else, how would that change the world?â€
I am a recovering pack rat. And let me tell you, it ainâ€™t easy. Deciding to let go of your treasures (actual or imagined) is a hard choice to make.
Each Friday morning, Buc jumps impatiently into Janet’s car for his weekly trip to school.
Humans are plentiful; friends are in short supply, but infinite in possibility. A friend is someone who has truly accepted you, taking all your best into them and offering you their best in return.
There are any number of ways to attempt to manage all your conflicting priorities. Most of them are pointless.
Phantom is one of those cats that gets this look on his face like he knows something you don’t and there’s no way he’s ever going to tell you. It’s like a combination of wisdom and pity. It’s really disconcerting.