Sleepless – do you think i’m cool?
People who end up in rock bands, usually, would make for effective strongman dictators. The people who end up being successful from writing and/or performing rock songs nearly always become quasi-dictatorial with those around them.
And, naturally, all tyrants require some big origin story. They publish war journals, get people to film documentaries detailing the poverty in which they lived through, and, most importantly, tell everyone that they did it all themselves with no help from anyone.
It’s just that this isn’t how the world really works. People need people an awful lot and, eventually, most of these relationships fall apart. It’s funny how sad and inevitable it all is. It’s hard to even look back on these things. Sleepless, however, aims to do just that.
“do you think i’m cool?” is a lo-fi, innocent-sounding, naive rock tune about the very serious topic of friendship and what happens to it as we naturally change. It’s a mighty powerful song despite how direct it is, and it might even make you want to reach out for the phone and text some old bastards you haven’t talked to in a while.
Bein’ Ian – Becomer
You spend your whole life working on becoming someone and on eventually doing something of great importance. That’s at least how you’re brought up to think. Your parents and your teachers treat your early life like some great preparation, like a thing that doesn’t really mean much unless objectives are met as initially predicted.
It’s just that for people with a working soul, those early years are the foundation they build their lives around. And, for most of them, losing the connections formed in those early years is nearly guaranteed and, always, devastating. What does that all sound like? Bein’ Ian tries to create a soundtrack that fits just that mood and scenario.
“Becomer” is a hopelessly romantic lo-fi pop tune about being desperately in love with a world that, inevitably, will fall out of love with you. The performance is gentle, but the writing is direct. The melodies flow softly, imbued with pain, but also with the hope that all of these memories, pain included, won’t ever entirely disappear.
