I've been timidly admiring the hauntingly wonderful ballads of King Dude [local prolific artist and Actual Pain creator, TJ Cowgill] for some time now, and was excited/terrified to hear his new album, Burning Daylight. Allow me fumble around while trying to describe this music to you (without scaring anyone).
It's eerie and captivating—maybe I'll go with graveyard folk? Like having a seance in your attic while wearing your great-grandmother's moth-eaten wedding dress. What else? It reminds me of early American daguerreotypes. Serious photographs where the subject looks as if they are braving through some kind of misery. Or dead. Hopefully they are not dead. I mean, they definitely are at this point, just not at the time the picture was taken. Those pictures are fascinating, people peering at you from a time when getting your picture taken was a somber affair and even children looked as though the weight of the 1800s rested on their tiny pinafored shoulders. See? Compelling. And just the tiniest bit scary.
Burning Daylight comes out in October, the perfect month for beautiful seances.