Hide the sun
I will leave your face out of my mind.”
Some music is made to be listened to loudly at clubs. Other music is made to be listened to at your local cafe in Paris as you read your latest book, or pen your latest work. Some music is curated to make you pop more bottles while you’re out with friends having the time of your lives, and other music is made to get you to shuffle dollar bills out of your hand feverishly at your local strip club. Some music is simply designed for you to cry to, or for you to YELL out at the top of your lungs to with a fist in the air, while other music is made to soothingly make you feel good as you light up a joint and just mellow out. “Black Out Days“ by Phantogram was made to revive your soul after a relationship that almost left you, it, and your heart for dead.
Cue any Santogold-like sample (P.S. I actually know Santi, but the best samples are taken from her album and former moniker Santogold, so I will forever go with that.) and insert it into the hook on this song, throw in some heavy hip hop basslines, some sleek electronic synths, and more mesmerizing harmonies courtesy of Ms. Barthel, mix it all together for three minutes and fourty-seven seconds, and VOILÁ!, you have sonic magic fit for a permanent position on that repeat button.
“Black Out Days“ is the bad bitch alert that just went off and the snooze button just won’t work on. She’s the girl that you dumped in high school and came back with a vengeance, only, she didn’t come back for you, just everything else in the world.
Dig a hole
Fireworks exploding in my hands
If I could paint the sky
Would all the stars be shining bloody red.”
If we could dig a hole in the ground we stand on and burry ourselves deep in it, well sometimes we would. Those moments where you know you messed something up stick with us sometimes until we have no choice but to let them go. It could be an interview or a presentation at work, a new girl/guy you just met, or even a new jacket you just bought, the accountability has to be placed on our own selves for the silly mistakes we make no matter what the outcome. We should only learn from these mistakes, even though in all of that process of learning from them we may just feel a LOT of pain.
Whose fault is it when you hold on to a firecracker for too long and it explodes in your hand nearly taking a digit or two, forever, with it? Whose fault is it when you do the same with relationships that parallel those fireworks—in the process taking pieces of you with them forever that you soon regret giving away?
Some relationships are meant to be savored for all time because of how beautiful the moments within them were; others, not so much. Others are meant to be forgotten altogether, but since time does not exist they are meant to be forgotten: NOW, and with them all that was felt, taught, learned, experienced, and once remembered; forgotten as if they never even existed because sometimes that is the only way to get rid of the cancerous thoughts that have been embedded in your head—by completely removing the cancer all at once.
This is what “Black Out Days“ is. It is the willpower given to us by Phantogram to remove the cancer because:
Black out days.I don’t recognize you—anymore.”