Arts Fishing Club and the curdled memories and beautiful fractured monuments of "Feed Me to the Wolves" (Studio Version and LIVE)

 

"Driving high on the interstate 95 / I don’t want to wake up / I don’t want to be me / Streaking lights across the glass / Broken bottles, empty laughs / I don’t want to be you..."

The curdled memories and beautiful fractured monuments of "Feed Me to the Wolves" by Nashville based Arts Fishing Club, an indie rock outfit centered around the songs of Wisconsin bred Christopher Kessenich, unfolds like feet stomping on loose wooden floor boards as Kessenich tell personal stories. The feeling is moody, is somber, is reflective and filmic in scope, maybe a sad film that becomes less sad by the end or maybe one that become sadder. I haven't figured that out yet. The vast feeling, the stoic drumming, the falling piano notes, the droning synths like a cold weather wash, the strong handed bass lines, Western noir electric guitar lines and Kessenich's vocal performance that becomes more riled up as it goes is, in the end, storytelling full of hushed sustains, soft tenderness, twisted angst and unanswered questions, maybe pain or maybe just hard resolve, I haven't figured that out either.

Very, very cool song and very moving too-

This is what Kessenich says about the song:

[Feed me is a contemplation of the decisions we make. Tiny decisions over years can have massive ramifications. And when we betray ourself with tiny deceits those decisions can leave us with regret. don't hesitate. find the truth within and act on it.]

Again, a very filmic song. It should, could be in a movie.

-Robb Donker Curtius 

LYRICS

Driving high on the interstate
95 I don’t want to wake up
I don’t want to be me

Streaking lights across the glass
Broken bottles, empty laughs
I don’t want to be you

And all the time it takes to answer
All the questions in my head
Why don’t you feed me to the wolves

A mile high looking down
Golden veins across the ground
Where you running to

40 years on its head
Flip it over then you’re dead
Whatchya gonna choose?

And all the time it takes to answer
All the questions in your head
Why don’t you feed me to the wolves

Why don’t you feed me to the wolves
Why don’t you feed me to the wolves

don’t you feed me to the wolves
don’t you feed me to the wolves
don’t you feed me to the wolves
why don’t you feed me to the wolves

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[For Arts Fishing Club, their guiding principle comes from the wisdom of generations past. “Both of my grandfathers are named Art and the majority of my memories with both of them are centered around fishing,” Kessenich explains. “They taught me that fishing is about going out every day with the intention for success. Every single line you cast, you are trying, yet when you come up empty handed, the day is not wasted.” The name Arts Fishing Club is an homage to these familial roots and is a play on words to help keep focus in their grandfathers’ philosophies. “We are fishing for our art (music) everyday with intention and the name is a constant reminder that it is not about catching a "big fish" (writing a hit song), it is about creating with people that we love.”]

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