(Winter is for) Kierkegaard - Tyler Lyle
or the Daytrotter version here. So unbelievably good.
And here’s an excerpt from his bandcamp about his most recent album ‘The Golden Age & The Silver Girl’:
“Still, on another level, I think that it’s foolish to represent this as just “my” story. The inebriation and longing and despair are stitched into our skin and sinew and internal organs (so i’ll sing us a song, because it makes me feel better). Romantic love and loss are probably the most present physical manifestation of the richness and poverty of God that we can find on earth without having to look too hard (we can’t all be mystics or monks or students of psychotropic drugs). These stories about love or it’s counterpart have been merged into the collective firmament like foot traffic presses the gum on Hollywood Boulevard onto plaques of dead comedians. They are as much a part of us as we are.
So, A.B. if you listen to this (which I selfishly hope you don’t)- know that I know that this is my story and not the story. In the lightening of the moment, these were the etchings. They are imperfect and the editor in me recognizes how many half truths are contained within them. That is the lie that hides behind created things. But it’s also what gives it meaning. Our true selves are hidden from us (remeber?). The word that is spoken is not the true word (remeber?). Or maybe it helps to remind yourself that I’m completely full of shit (which I am).”
