Folktronica Without The Tronica. Folk, Then.


In January, I posted about my first ever foray into folktronica, with some songs by William Fitzsimmons. Some time ago, I got my hands on his previous album, “Until When We Are Ghosts”, but only made the time recently to dip into it (I know, I know – my poor music collection is feeling very lonely the last few weeks). I was nicely surprised – I thoroughly enjoyed the tronica part of his work, but “Until…” allows more focus on his vocals & guitar work – and very impactfully so.

The track that stood out (and has been circling in my head since) is “My Life Changed” – a sad, whistful tune, with the single most stunning chorus I’ve heard in many months, due to one line that underlines the meaning of the whole song, and will invoke a feeling of loss in you.

You had this pattern of repeating every word that you would say, every word that you would say. Till I met you with a sigh and to this day I still regret how I made you go away. I saw the whole world from your eyes, at least the glimpse you let me see – and what a glimpse you let me see – but your eyes can never stretch over boundaries made in stone. I’m afraid that’s what will be. I imagine if I had another chance to tell you all the things I should have said, we’d still find ourselves content in circumstance, but I’m content to say this anyway…

And I’m not going to post the next line, as the textual representation has nowhere no the same impact.

William Fitzsimmons – My Life Changed