A song like "Someone" is meant to be listened while watching the birds fly from tree to tree on a cold leafless day. With lyrics like
"Take this lock from out my eye
Run it on the fire of my façade"
and the chorus the haunts your ear
I don't want to act my age anymore
I just want to sit back and ignore
He is unforgivingly contemplating his aging soul. The video shows the famously bespectacled, leather clad Royston walking the long streets and blocks of what looks like 12th Avenue near the highentened glamour of the fading West Village. He walks with his hands jammed in his pockets. The eery sound of meticulously piano keys married with ephemeral blips of electronica rise and disappear like a brushed away teardrop.
Incandescent lighting leads him as he continues to walk with a heady look on his face singing still with his unmistakable voice that aches a little more than before. While eyeing a blooming rose on the subway banner, he ends this lovely, introspective tracks "I hear my voice. I hear my voice".
His stripped down tunes convey an acceptance of moving from a glam indie rocker to a more subdued musician. New York is a central character in these songs. He has lived her longer than anywhere else and has watched the climate change. The city has become part of him but still he clings to his thoughts of what the city was, perhaps what he was. I adore but versions of him as the glam bass singer with the penchant for panache and now the more mature, contemplative version of him. It feels like how Bowie changed over time. Each phase defining him yet not defining him, if that makes any sense. He is his own man and will continue to do as he pleases. Thank you for the music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wJkCeRdL5M
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