Cuss Words - Dim White Walls
Brooklyn’s Brandon White writes:
I’m sending you a song from our record “Y’all Ain’t Shit”. It’s a song about love, theft, and being a goofy kid.
Seven years ago, I was dipping my toe into Gutterpunk land, completely broke, drugged, and stupid. I dated a girl that was a part of that scene and we laid in bed letting our hair naturally “dread” in a concentrated effort towards lovingly-mutual neglect (fucking around). After Katrina, we didn’t have power for a couple of weeks.
Now, if you know anything about Louisiana weather, you know how awful and barely dangerous those conditions can be. Shortly after our power turned back on, it got shut off again. Not by any fault of the Power Company, this was more of a “Let’s buy 40’s and, oh shit, let’s use that power bill to roll the perfect lean blunt. Fucking tight!” kind of situation.
I don’t expect anyone reading this to be an expert on Southeastern Gutterpunk culture, but it’s a steady diet of Forties, Crystal Meth, and Codeine-dipped Blunts. Make that diet a daily meal, and you’d be surprised by how quick you forget about “bills”, or “hygiene”, or “reality”. So there we were sitting in the dark, with only the occasional flicker from a wayward Bic casting dreadlock-shaped shadows.
But there’s a trick with power. When they shut it off, the Power Company does it by putting a seal on there to block electricity. Me and my roommate upon noticing this, went out there with a hammer and pliers bangin and pawing at the seal until it finally popped off. Magic! We have Power again!
Now even in those “barely cognizant of basic facts regarding reality” days, I knew that hittiing a powerbox with a hammer was a probably a really dumb idea. I’ve talked with Electrician friends who have confirmed this. But there’s the rub: I did this out of L-O-V-E, Mark. I did this as a show of responsibility and commitment to my gutterpunk One True Love. I meant it as an affirmation, as a show of faith. In hindsight, when you rig up the lights as a show of affection, you are in dire waters.
That’s what this song “Dim White Walls” is about. We recorded it at Willie Nelson’s old studio down in Texas, a thousand lifetimes after those crusty days. I hope y’all like it. I call the stuff Acnepolitan Country. Because as clean as the sound is, there’s a Staph infection growing somewhere under the surface. You can get the lights turned back on, but that doesn’t mean you can see what the fuck you’re doing.
Thanks for doing what you do,
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