Have you ever had someone prod you, “No honestly, tell me what you think”, only to have it blow up in your face? Or maybe that person has been you. You told a friend to be honest, and then when they were, you couldn’t properly deal with the criticism or the emotion that came swiftly behind it.
An old Jewish proverb provides a brief but brilliant commentary on situations like this, observing, “Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but an enemy multiplies kisses.”
The premise of Where Do You Go lyrically is just that: the solidarity that can be found in relationship.
I suppose I believe that most moderns don’t experience deep relationships, and I propose that it has something to do with pride, the vacuous lack of humility. People think they are in a meaningful relationship because they are having sex and telling each other secrets, but the strongest relationships are the ones in which our ego is put to death. I would liken this kind of death to the death of a seed in good soil; and when it has died, it bears much fruit.
And in these kinds of relationship questions such as “Where do you go in your head when all this hell (inner or outer turmoil) is going on?” are asked. And there can only be one honest answer and a thousand lies. But the honest answer is met with “say what you have to say, you know that I love you”, and various other consolations, like what my mother used to say to me when I was being miserable: “you’re tired, you’re having a lousy day, don’t take yourself seriously right now”. Honesty via humility can be met with remedy by someone who actually loves you, regardless of how messed up you are.
you can get it here
Baby, Please
I thought, “Baby, please” one afternoon, reflecting upon the incredibly good fortune of dating my girlfriend. I had neither a complete thought nor succinct organization of words, just vulgar gratitude in the form of cheese-ball “Baby, please.”
Starting from there everything made sense—light me up, hold me close, take me home et cetera. And the culmination of my frenzied and disjointed celebrations of what this girl does to me was “let’s run away.”
Ya, let’s do this; the only truly romantic things are the all-committal things, which is why marriage, emails and text messages are all romantic—because of the intrinsic nature of “the cat’s out.”
Let’s run away. here is my ep out now
, watch for the next one April 9th 2013 at itunes
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Alexander Fairchild will be releasing his first EP, March 12th, featuring his song “tonight” + 2 new songs and music videos through The TPC MUSIC / SONY RED label digitally worldwide for the very first time.
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The music of Alexander Fairchild is instantly gratifying; a sweeping cleanse of a heavy heart in need of redemption. Like that way you can feel good after being emotionally wrung out. “Tonight ” is his debut EP out March 5, 2013, worldwide via TPC MUSIC/SONYRED is a collection of anthems trying to make sense of love among it’s greatest champion and rival: the head and the heart. Not one for introspection, he’s compelled to write it out, shout it out, stew in it for a little while. The result is a meticulous and sprawling manifesto of a man helplessly and eagerly in love. To which he has his own method: ”my deal on love is very simple and complex: firstly, I believe that one should be careful in the small decisions and reckless in the big ones”.
He pulls from bygone eras, sentimentally taking from it what is necessary and infusing it with his own soul, indie and pop influences. His moniker too, makes its nod to icons and relics - Alexander the Great and Fairchild compressors, used by the Beatles, citing The Doors, Joni Mitchell and the Beach Boys as his enduring shrines.
Fairchild takes on all the sounds himself, with an intuitive sense of instrumentation from it’s technical anatomy to the way it makes you feel. Songs like Tonight and Baby Please were made for us; those who still feel wild, young and free.
And there’s an ease to it. As if these songs just happened to him, washing over him after a few moments strumming and humming on his living room floor. And you’ll revel in it with him, dissolve into his vocals, his smoky falsetto layered upon itself in the easiest of melodies, prompting you to know it by heart come the next verse. This ease is best attributed for a lifetime’s worth of playing music; as a child raised by two musicians, a supernaturally talented family, and a dedicated year to fleshing out songs from Waterloo, ON to his hometown of Harriston, ON; making his rounds in SoHo, NYC where he now mostly resides, among a body of restless poets just like him.








