I have been developing a deeply intimate relationship with the music of Gunship. For a while I had veered into the gloom drenched halls of Doom Metal. There I sat, head bowed to the slow drop C fuzz of heavy electric bass, each note an inevitable step towards the void through a fog of funereal sighs. “Yes, cruel world!” I moaned, too consumed with the uselessness of tears to weep, “I know that all is sound and fury (and 26 minute long songs about Edgar Allen Poe) and in the end it means nothing, nothing at all!”
Then a spirit dressed in blue and wearing Warby Parker glasses drifted into my ennui and, without a word, handed me an i Pod mini with only partially tangled earbuds. I looked up at the spirit, confused. “Listen..” It said, pointing to my ears, it’s words like the sound of sand blown across a boardwalk at night. wedged the earbuds in. The music began. It was Gunship. “When You Grow Up Your Heart Dies”
I haven’t stopped dancing since.
“Believe in yourself and create your own destiny…”
