For the past week or so, the song Mute by the moody Trevor Powers (aka Youth Lagoon) has been on heavy play. In the car, in the home, in my head… It’s been a little while since I’ve been uniquely captivated by a singular track. It generally happens a few times a year, but I can’t really think of any since Heaven by The Walkmen was released last year.
The song is structurally brilliant and well recorded (done up, etc.); but at the end of the day, the song breathes life into a growing world of existentialist youths. We’ve gotten past the idea that we could die at any moment, our lives aren’t dangerous, our little micro-universes of what we know consume us. Our self importance and our image devour us, and we quickly and daily die our tiny deaths.
Everyone wants to know what it is like to die. To find out there is nothing. Racing toward the finish line.