"But you don't know I have seen the ending
But still I can not look away"
When I first heard this "broken" song, it pulled tears from my hazel eyes. I am not an easy crier but it spoke to how I have been thinking lately. Exhausted by all the faking that goes on around me "all of this pretending" and life being your own little movie that you play. Complete with the lyrics and the somber rattle and hum of the guitar, I let it seep deep into me. I watched the video because as m as I love the auditory waves I get into the visual aspect of the storytelling. ALT is quite the raconteur as well so listening to his lyrics that are woven with his own truth is easy for me. It feels like a friend is talking to you in a consoling way.
ALT wears his thrift store suit complete with pieces of sequined mirrors carefully glued on to the fabric. He sports a crisp black and white Polk dotted button-down, snazzy pointed shoes and his trademark wide brimmed hat, one of many that he wears. He is one stylish mother$#Ker which is highly appreciated. I am not a fan of a sloppily dressed man although the last person I saw was very fond of wearing his grey sox and Crocs. It may subconsciously been a deal breaker. Who knows he was just a supporting character in my little movie.
Back to the celluloid version of Little Movies"..... ALT dons his suit as the video cuts between different locations. He starts first in front of a moving carousel devoid of patrons. You see him next in just a solid white t and denim on the side of the road seemingly brushing away a "silver tear". Next he is seated at furniture warehouse that made me tear up again. The most sobering scene is where he is standing outside a local small town eating establishment. He is looking in "staring at his reflection in the window". A person at a table promptly gets out his phone to take a picture of him. The regular folk that inhabit the small town are mostly older men, greyed out hair and beer belly paunches. One man sits on a lawn chair clearly showing his lost limb, half an arm gone.
For some reason this has a Steinbeckian feel to it; very sparsely done but packed with lilting emotion.
But still I can not look away"
When I first heard this "broken" song, it pulled tears from my hazel eyes. I am not an easy crier but it spoke to how I have been thinking lately. Exhausted by all the faking that goes on around me "all of this pretending" and life being your own little movie that you play. Complete with the lyrics and the somber rattle and hum of the guitar, I let it seep deep into me. I watched the video because as m as I love the auditory waves I get into the visual aspect of the storytelling. ALT is quite the raconteur as well so listening to his lyrics that are woven with his own truth is easy for me. It feels like a friend is talking to you in a consoling way.
ALT wears his thrift store suit complete with pieces of sequined mirrors carefully glued on to the fabric. He sports a crisp black and white Polk dotted button-down, snazzy pointed shoes and his trademark wide brimmed hat, one of many that he wears. He is one stylish mother$#Ker which is highly appreciated. I am not a fan of a sloppily dressed man although the last person I saw was very fond of wearing his grey sox and Crocs. It may subconsciously been a deal breaker. Who knows he was just a supporting character in my little movie.
Back to the celluloid version of Little Movies"..... ALT dons his suit as the video cuts between different locations. He starts first in front of a moving carousel devoid of patrons. You see him next in just a solid white t and denim on the side of the road seemingly brushing away a "silver tear". Next he is seated at furniture warehouse that made me tear up again. The most sobering scene is where he is standing outside a local small town eating establishment. He is looking in "staring at his reflection in the window". A person at a table promptly gets out his phone to take a picture of him. The regular folk that inhabit the small town are mostly older men, greyed out hair and beer belly paunches. One man sits on a lawn chair clearly showing his lost limb, half an arm gone.
For some reason this has a Steinbeckian feel to it; very sparsely done but packed with lilting emotion.
At the 2.30 marker a female bartender slides him a bottle of beer wile he breaks tone and sings "Some day son take me down/I want to hear that lonesome sound" The bar is dimly lit only by the afternoon sun.
More images you see are an empty hard body guitar case and the statue of an angel in a window. All very solemn without any extraneous accoutrements. . He ends his little movie by doing his little twirl and whirl dance.
He is a gifted song writer and creative force. He successfully pack so much emotion into 3 mins and 41 seconds. Bravo.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXJcFPs6Zsk
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Fantastic social commentary. Smart and witty, but dark. I love it.
Favorite youtube comments:
Fantastic social commentary. Smart and witty, but dark. I love it.
Great Song, Great Production - in a better world it should be a massive hit.