Born in the U.S, raised in Switzerland, now living in England. I'm not quite sure how I fit in culturally. I guess I just qualifiy as an average outsider. Which suits me fine, since I don't feel any real sense of belonging to a country. But when it comes to music, I know quite precisely where my territory is, and how far the boundaries of my musical taste do stretch.
Tom Waits is probably my biggest influence. Not because his music is perfect, but because he is by definition, an authentic renegade, who is true to what he does. And that sincerity, uncompromised honesty, stand out high above the general wasted mediocrity massively broadcasted and commercialized by the music industry today.
Singing about a cursed life, that doesn't mean I'm a hobo! (Cursed Soul). I guess the rotten feeling of exclusion, repeated failure, and self-consuming frustration comes more from within. That's the sense of being useless and rejected. I guess if you related to that song, and therefore are reading those lines, you must somehow know what I'm talking about.
For the second song, (Abyss). It has more the consitency of a painting. Not entirely denifined, still opened to interpretations. The feeling of being awake in the middle of the night while the rest of the world is asleep. That is the general feel. Not making the difference between dreams and reality, between being dead or alive. Drifting away in a world where thoughts are more substantial than matter. Being a spirit rather than a body. I'm sure I'm not the only one to have experienced that sort of spiritual enlightenment.
I hope you can somehow relate to those tunes. If not, that you enjoyed the ride anyway.
Kind regards. El Gringo
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