In lieu of something important(like record reviews, personal anecdotes, heartfelt insight, and the plight of retired circus clowns without proper medical insurance), I’ve decided to share one more song off my new album Midwest Son before it’s big release next Tuesday.
The song is called ‘Beard of Bees’, and I think the title speaks for itself really. The weirdness of some man or woman(or child…or dog) with a beard of bees is enough to burn an image into your head. But I’ve not only put that image in your head, I’ve put that image to notes, beats, melodies, and grainy oddness. In actuality, the song isn’t that weird. It’s something I’ve christened as “psych pop”. Or “hallucinogenic folk”. Or “symphonic chemical Americana”. When I wrote it I imagined Beck and Jeff Lynne collaborating over a weekend fueled by Terence Malick’s Badlands, many pots of coffee, and plates upon plates of apple danish.
Oh, and LSD.
I also pictured a medieval fair, children uprising and tearing their tyrannical King to pieces and worshipping a strange man with a beard of bees. A Pied Piper of sorts. Remember Children of the Damned? Yeah, that’s in there as well. Possibly the scene in Blue Velvet when they find the ear in the empty lot. That feeling you get when you get up too quickly and the room narrows to nothing but a pinpoint of light and the rest of your view is nothing but darkened edges? Voices become distant and your head feels stretched beyond capacity? That’s also the ‘vibe’ I was going for when I was recording this song. It’s intentionally numb sonically. Things are dulled a bit. I wanted to have the feeling of finding some long lost acetate buried in an attic amongst old dirty films on Super 8, Action Comics, and death certificates for people you don’t know.
So enjoy my psych pop on this special hump day. This will be the last song before I spew the whole thing onto the world next week.