January 8, 2014
This is a song written about a tragedy. I first heard it last summer as the sun was coming up over the top of an abandoned dollar store in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn, NY and I have not been able to stop listening to it at least four times a week since then. I’ve written about Mr. Scott in the past to little to no fanfare and he’s flown happily under the radar since releasing his album Melbourne on Fat Possum in early September ’13. The record is a fuzzy collection of muddy pop songs that I see as just the very beginning of what this kid is capable of/going to do to us. This video on the other hand is pretty much just a thrown together edit of a house party that I might have been at if I remembered 75% of the house parties I’ve been at. Considering the subject matter at hand I kind of wish it was better but in the end the song and its melody are so beautiful it makes up for the haphazard collage of girls drinking Pabst and smoking weed… almost.
Anyways, you be the judge motherfucker.
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