Music should always always always be played with heart first.
The rest will follow. Thank you for being here.
Give it a listen – I gave it my all.
King of Bitter Sorrow
Here I continue to dive deeper into the Suburban Noir landscape I started exploring with the two previous albums (below). In other words: it is dark and moody, it’s introvert, eclectic, at times quiet, at times noisy. The pace is slower than on the previous album “Pains & Pleasures of Intimacy”, but the lyrics are strong, heartfelt and sung as if life depended on it.
As a backdrop I imagined the 10 songs as a conversation between humanity and it’s collective conscience and how the two entities falling apart becomes the King of Bitter Sorrow.
Pains and Pleasures of Intimacy
“Pains & Pleasures of Intimacy” (2017) is strives to strike a balance between delicate reserve and brutal honesty. It builds to explode with bluesy rock’n roll on occasion.
I call this music Suburban Noir.
Suburban Noir is taking the perfunctory in our daily life of suburbia, and juxtaposing it with the inner realities of the ugly and the beautiful, the fear and surrender, and the rage and compassion that races in all of us.
America is not a country. America is where people with a revolutionary heart lives. A people that leaves behind what is “known” and leans only on drive and creativity.
A drive the first people who came her must have felt thousands of years ago. A drive my country man Leif Erikson must have felt 1000 years ago. A drive that
has festered in the very soil by everyone who came her, who dreamt so big and so large that they pushed the sky further up and out.
You can feel it. You take deeper breaths here. You see further. You feel braver. We Americans are people who will leave our shores for new land, like strangers who has no choice.