"a video's around of me singing loud to no one and I filmed it myself"
The art rock dramatic Dance For Money by L.A. based The Kerosene Hours (the musical project of artist, singer songwriter, musician, film maker Aaron Silverstein) feels like a glam ballad slowly sinking into a dark abyss. With a sad plodding cadence like someone on their last legs walking into the ocean at night and Silverstein crying out for some sort of salvation, a rescue from drowning from one's own disappointment it works as a sonic artifice of depression and resurrection. As Silverstein puts it:
"You were once exciting, unpredictable, alluring, sexy, and someone's fantasy. Watching that version of yourself fade into nothingness is a slow death in a stuffy house. 'Dance For Money' is a cry against domesticity, a wail against losing what makes you dangerous, and an honest desire to earn a little cash doing it."
The opening line, "a video's around of me singing loud to no one and I filmed it myself" feels perfect for today's selfie generation but it feels sad and pathetic too. For most creatives, it rings true, we have all done it, creating art alone and wondering if it is to create art or create validation. Here's to dancing under the bright lights.
-Robb Donker Curtius
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM - PRESS NOTES:
The Kerosene Hours are the hours between midnight and 4 a.m. A project by Aaron Silverstein primarily concerned with Los Angeles, dark and scary nights, bad dreams, cigarettes, mistakes, good intentions, fantasies, the road to Hell and apologies.
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