Sep 26, 2012 - 2KHz, London, England
Sep 26, 2012
- 1 Welcome to Daytrotter
- 2 Honest Man
- 3 You Love, You Love
- 4 Dark
- 5 Fail For You
The Man That We'll Be Left With
Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Ian Grimble and Richard Matthews of Communion Music at 2KHz, Crouch End, London
The man at the center of Luke Sital-Singh's writing could be the autobiographical man. He could be all of the parts that the songwriter from New Malden, United Kingdom - a part of southern London - has been feuding, philosophizing and agreeing with in his own head and parts of his heart. He most likely is the rough sketch of a man who doesn't quite exist yet.
As a matter of fact, he's sung to life as someone who couldn't handle the rigor of such a full-blown existence. He's a caring gent, a sensitive gent. He's the kind of man who sees beauty and potential heartbreak in every morning, every noontime and especially in every dinner and beyond. It's all out there, just waiting to pounce - the good and the bad. It's too much to possibly encounter - those darkest darks and the brightest brights. It's enough that you'd never get fully adjusted before the extremes swapped out for one another, leaving you on the floor, covering in a fetal position. Sital-Singh sings, "It's hard now, for an honest man/Is that what I am?" The feeling that abounds in these painstakingly intimate pieces of music and writing is one of petrified fear that's trying to be dealt with.
The man, himself is not fearful in the simplest form of the word, but rather cognizant of the sheer power that all of the unknowable and untouchable forces are enhanced with. The fear comes when you're not sure how you or anyone else will act in a given situation. The fear comes when nothing is a given, when nothing is sure, when you've always got to calculate for the wind and for all kinds of human error and mishandling.
Sital-Singh sings about someone being the "abstract art of paint and poem," and he could very well transfer the idea into a thought of anyone being the abstract art of compassion and disregard. It's all just a crapshoot and there's nothing more terrifying than that. He sings, "With the wind and rain, the joys erode/You have taught me how to shelter hope/You love, you love, you love/While it all falls down," letting us believe in what we've already felt and still feeling that there could be more to come, depending on how quickly it all recedes.
Luke Sital-Singh Official Site