Archive for March, 2010

A synopsis of ‘Hello, Inner Sunset’

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

This was written by good friend and super talented artist, Ray Swaney. Enjoy!

Chase The Morning Fog; sun is rising and I’m wet with hope, crisp. The playful bloops and electronic blips play in the road like children and over the fields as I’m lifted into the star-filled sky. Break free; open like a bloom headed West to touch a dream.

Followed Into His House; a sinister specter B&E enters into the heartbeat. A singer with serrated teeth narrates zoo keeper surreality, stuck in a loop, ever unraveling as animals turn tables.

Carson City; where cops eyeball for loose mistakes. A call to know and outsmart the law. Don’t show your hand as strings whorl. A Subterranean Homesick Blues rapper fights on with a heavy, greasy guitar twang.

Entrance; womb music to African chants is played by Descartes (in my head). A song of ashes dance in the wind to a simple beat (a beatific filling of the lungs).

Wasting Our Minds; we’re not starting a clap around a bonfire. Tambourine and acoustic guitar at home in a park of golden gates. We cut the dangling carrots down. The pressure builds like a distorted guitar crescendo in absence of inspired existence.

Will Spite You; the devil’s vintage going down like sinister calls of “WAKE UP,” fates preconceived notions of happiness with two voices in sync. A cautionary tale laid across the country. Hold the light inside.

Close Up; ominous tones and jewels flare up with a tang of 80s astral prom. I’m awash in synthesizer bliss, frothing up like a San Francinno (coming to a head like a tea pot crying for cool release).

Sonnenuntergang; the angels play with distorted guitars and woodland creatures play logs. Myriad layers, a fortress of sound is drowning in aural fire (opening a door). I slip out unnoticed to pick flowers. An open plain surfaces like a submariner.

Forward Thinking Politics; now is the time we’re starving. We’re dying on the vine. Pumping loops and the piano gongs; wars over definitions and for money. Tired, where is the healthy human commerce? Driving a car and you can’t see over the steering wheel.

Artist Interview on The Sendme Stage

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

Music, life, work, quitting the mainstream and focusing on music. All of it explained here in this interview on The Sendme Stage: Daniel Durrett Interview