I stumbled upon the meaning of adult life 9 years ago.
Not that I actually figured out much about what it all means. But my daughter, the one who’s unloading the dishwasher while I write this, was born and I was struck with the sudden epiphany of accountability.
Lots of regrets.
Relentless pacing and emotional inventory.
Hammock has spent the last 11 years soundtracking those kind of moments for thousands of completely unrelated stories from completely divergent individuals. J Edward Keyes writes “one of the most remarkable things about the Nashville duo Hammock has been their ability to almost uncannily translate the pulse and fiber of human emotion into actual chords and melodies.”
I couldn’t ever hope to improve on that sentence.
I don’t want to go into the details… The music tells the story. Throughout our body of work, we’ve lived with ghosts, not disembodied spirits, but the ghost-like memories of those who disappeared. We’ve composed and sung songs to the dearly departed, passed over into oblivion with hymns of finite longing. All the while inhabiting our own impermanence… in endless distraction from the whole catastrophe… Until it all became too much. It was time to face life on life’s terms. – Marc Byrd