6am Repeat is a recurring feature here at Folk Hive in which we stream the latest track that plays incessantly in the earbuds when we awake at that hour and imbibe massive amounts of coffee and cigarettes in preparation for the advancing day. Consider it your jam of the day — a sweet, sweet gift from me to you. I love you, dude.
It’s a special song that possesses the ability to make one sad and insanely happy at once. It’s a tricky slope to sled, writing that tune, and most fail. They slip and skid down the hill, falling into a heap of unrelatable words and emotions at the bottom. Ooohs and ahhhs are just as tough as words, don’t you know. It’s a complicated task, executing those sounds in such a way that they’re believable and relevant to what is being said. It has to make sense and even more, that intonation must be pleasing to the ear.
Perhaps a base understanding of foreign languages makes these tasks easier. Perhaps heartbreak or love help us down that road, the one paved with songs that will eventually form albums. Maybe it’s something as simple as an affection for stringed instruments seemingly of yore, banjos and mandolins and whatnot. Maybe it’s all that. Maybe it’s more.
Who fucking knows, you know? I do know that October’s Road is worth a good piece of your time. Give it a minute. Seriously. These songs are like twilight. Wait for them to swell…
Balto :: The Railyard [MP3]
BANDCAMP :: Head over and give the man a measly 4 fucking bucks. He’s earned it.