Scott Speedman. Scott Speedman is a shit actor whose crowning achievement was making the scenary look like a better actor in Underworld.

Skott Freedman, however is not a shit actor. Skott Freedman is a musician. And a pretty damn good one.

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Skott reached out to me through Laura DiStasi, who I try to mention on this blog at least every 30 minutes (Laura DiStasi), and whom I may yet marry. I haven’t decided.

Skott I won’t marry, but almost, given the absolute gorgeousness of his music.

I’ll steal a chunk of Wikipedia to give you Skott’s background:

Freedman was born and raised in New Jersey. His music makes heavy use of the piano, which has led to regular comparisons with chanteuse Tori Amos. Similar to Amos, Freedman was a child piano prodigy and won statewide competitions while growing up. Freedman has said that repeated bouts of depression during his adolescence inspired him to write his first songs.He cites Joni Mitchell, Cat Stevens, Paula Cole, and Beethoven as major influences. Freedman’s music blends pop and folk influences with a confessional lyrical style.

From Skott, I give you two piano-led gems. Firstly, “Until That Time”. Starting slowly, with just a piano and Skott’s voice, I dare you to try to stop your foot tapping at 1:02 as the tempo increases, but the subject matter – of breaking up; of helping another through pain; of sacrificing to let another survive – is absolutely heart-wrenching.

And after, “I’d Like To Think I Would”. Starting slowly, with just a piano and Skott’s voice (see the trend here?)… Slower than “Until That Time”, but treading similar roads – of almost breaking up; of not being sure and of breaking and running, with the other not far behind; of the self-realisation that love might not be enough, but that you feel you would miss the other should it all end (but yet… yet… just aren’t sure…).

Songs for a swiftly-approaching Winter; best enjoyed in a darkened room, with a drink in hand, and tears slipping out.

well i know that you’re hurting
and i know that you’re crying
but i also know that you’ve got more strength than you think you do

and i know that you’re lonely
and i know you know you’re not the only one
but soon again my friend you’ll find your way back to the sun

and until that time i’ll be the hand for you to hold
and until that time feel free to cry on my shoulder
and you’ll be alright
we’ll both be alright

well i know it’s not easy being the last one to let go
but life’s not always fair that way it doesn’t give a damn what you say cause the world moves on

and i know that he was the first
and i know that you know he won’t be the last
it’s all a matter of time time’s in a day in a week in a year
then your pain is past

and until that time i’ll be the hand for you to hold
and until that time feel free to cry on my shoulder
and you’ll be alright

well i know that it’s 3 am
and i got a good guess that’s you calling
well i don’t need much sleep if it means i’ll keep you some company

and i know it’s never what we think that it will be
when we finally fall in love
but that’s the beauty you can never have enough

so i know that you’re hurting and i know that you’re crying
but i also know that you’ve got more strength than you think you do

i know we’ve never fought like this
i’ve never thought like this about the end
i wish you could be who i always thought you were

well i guess sometimes things don’t work out like we plan
and i know it’s not been easy
but will you be the one to last or become another piece of my past

and if you left tomorrow would i even care?
i’d like to think i would

i know we were doing fine maybe spending too much time
as new lovers do
you moved in and i moved out couldn’t stand the crowd
and so i ran

but you went and chased me deep down into the woods
but that didn’t do any good i ran faster
what you never realized was it’s what i needed the whole time

and if i never felt your kiss again would i even care?
i’d like to think i would

everyone told me i wasn’t ready but i listened to myself
and now where did that get me
i know i love you but i don’t know if that’s enough

and if i had more chance to make this work would i take it?
i’d like to think i would

i know we’ve never fought like this
i’ve never thought like this about the end

Skott Freedman – Until That Time

Skott Freedman – I’d Like To Think I Would

www: Skott’s official website, Facebook Page, and MySpace.

There I was, watching a pretty shit spoof film. I may have chuckled once or twice, but I can’t remember, as it would have been lost in the veil of my losing the will to live.

And then, and then… A single scene, some background music, some slighly heard words, and I found myself searching for another perfect match for this website. With the least information I’ve found for a band in a long, long time.

I got my hands on the soundtrack, and the song – “I Miss You”, by Arlaner. And the lyrics, albeit slightly wrong. And nothing else – no band information, no band website, no Facebook Page, nothing.

And so, I give you “I Miss You”. No idea who the band is or what else they’ve written. No idea if any of their other music sounds anything like this song. No idea of anything really. Except one very, very pretty song – all Measure / Laura DiStasi undertones; piano, echoey female vocals, a little organ towards the end.

And a wonderful song of yearning, hurt and sadness. Perfect for a Friday night.

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When the wind is howling
And the rain is pouring down
And the tears are falling
But they never make a sound
My heart breaks in silence
’cause there’s no one else around
And I am lost in heartache
And I don’t wanna be found

No

Please tell me why you had to go
And leave me out here all alone

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

Arlaner – I Miss You

Almost three years ago, I posted about the Gaslight Anthem. At the time, I didn’t expand much on the band (it just wasn’t that type of website back then, y’know?), but it’s time to change that. Well, with the addition of a single line to set up this entry.

An American rock band from New Jersey, it’s interesting to hear lead singer Brian Fallon talk about his side project the Horrible Crowes (see? See how I did that?):

“As much as I have this fantasy in the Gaslight Anthem of being Bruce Springsteen , I also have this fantasy of being Tom Waits or Greg Dulli . These songs are very dark; they’re like hymns for lonely people, it’s really a trip through a breakdown and that dissent into madness and hopefully redemption.”

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From the Horrible Crowe’s debut album, Elsie, I give you two stunning tracks – the more rock-oriented “Behold The Hurricane” and the acoustic “Black Betty & The Moon”.

The former, starting with a chorus of “Oh-oh-oh”s, a driving drum and guitar beat, but with a set of lyrics that are truly emotive (“I age by years at the mention of your name/You remember me my lover/I don’t recognise myself/I’m not the man you love/Behold the hurricane”) – a song of change and of loss, of longing, and, at 3:45, almost lost under a wall of noise, a song about realising that you’re not the person you once were, and through that, realising you’ve lost another (“At the door the leaves had fallen/Suddenly I realised that you were gone/Suddenly I realised that you were gone/Behold the hurricane”).

And the latter? One of the most haunting songs I’ve heard this year – a beautiful acoustic guitar-driven track, with little else than Brian’s voice, a couple of guitars and some background vocals, about watching someone you love, someone you’ve tried to help, ignore it all, and that feeling of helplessness as you watch, but can’t help (“You did the very thing, baby, that I asked you not to do/Now you got yourself caught in the silk spiderweb/I hope the money fills the holes, can see the roof is caving in”), with one of the most wonderful changes in song direction I’ve heard in some time at 1:40 – subtle, but so very powerful, adding another layer to the song – of being betrayed (“And better than described and deeper the descent/I never thought we’d have to learn to doubt our friends/And better than described, so much deeper the descent/I never thought we’d have to learn to doubt our friends”).

Don’t give up the day job? As much as I love the Gaslight Anthem, maybe Mister Fallon really should…

The Horrible Crowes are THAT good.

I remember everything we had
Every breath of this house creaking
I’m familiar with the cold and the windows and the doors
And the sound of my heart beating
Beating in and out of time

And it’s such a shame.
I heard the wind say this morning.
Be still my heart
I age by years at the mention of your name
What a pity this season
You remember me, my lover
I don’t recognise myself
I’m not the man you love
Behold the hurricane
Behold the hurricane

I walk around these empty rooms
We once moved like the morning.
Silhouettes they haunt this house like a memory haunts me now as if it were a dream
As if it were a dream

It’s such a shame
I heard the wind say this morning
Be still my heart
I age by years at the mention of your name
What a pity this season
You remember me, my lover
I don’t recognise myself
I’m not the man you love
Behold the hurricane
Behold the hurricane

I heard the moon has visions of her nightly
I heard the mighty rivers cry out her name
And I saw the heavens and the earth
Yes I saw the heavens and the earth cry over you

It’s such a shame
I heard the wind say this morning
Be still my heart
I age by years at the mention of your name
What a pity this season
You remember me, my lover
I don’t recognise myself
I’m not the man you love
Behold the hurricane
Behold the hurricane

At the door the leaves had fallen
Suddenly I realised that you were gone
Suddenly I realised that you were gone
Behold the hurricane

My love, my love, you’re the sting of the scorpion
Consider, now, the angels, a little lower than you
And they twist and they turn, and they hold their breath ’til it’s blue
And they can’t turn away like I can, when you’re lookin’ like you do

Looky Black Betty, what they’re tying to you
You did the very thing, baby, that I asked you not to do
And now you got yourself caught in the silk spiderweb
I hope the money fills the holes, can see the roof is caving in

My heart, my heart, you’re the moon and her shining light
Darkness and void of form, like you were keeping me alive
And I’ve been dreaming of poisonings from the venom of my enemies
Clever as the viper, dear, but gentle as a stampede of stones

Looky Black Betty, what they’re tying to you
You did the very thing, baby, that I asked you not to do
Now you got yourself caught in the silk spiderweb
I hope the money fills the holes, can see the roof is caving in

And they want you to doubt every trust that you’ve known
And they wanna find the holes in the armor exposed
And they come on whispering,
If you just do this for me…
And turn and show their teeth just before they’re sinking in
And better than described and deeper the descent
I never thought we’d have to learn to doubt our friends
And better than described, so much deeper the descent
I never thought we’d have to learn to doubt our friends

Looky Black Betty, what they’re tying to you
You did the very thing, baby, that I asked you not to do
Now you got yourself caught in the silk spiderweb
I hope the money fills the holes, can see the roof is caving in

Looky Black Betty, what they’re tying to you
You did the very thing, baby, that I asked you not to do
Now you got yourself caught in the silk spiderweb
I hope the money fills the holes in the place I used to stand

The Horrible Crowes – Behold The Hurricane

The Horrible Crowes – Black Betty & The Moon

www: The Horrible Crowes’ official website, Facebook Page, and MySpace.