Same Things
One imagines Doug Gillard sitting on his couch, picking out a figure on his acoustic guitar, liking what he hears and rolling tape. He adds a little keyboard, a bass line and then decides he has the makings of a song. Some electric guitar creates a space for a chorus, while a guitar plucked so rapidly that it sounds a bit like a mandolin creates a sort of bridge/chorus hybrid. Then he passes the tape to Robert Pollard.
It's a short track, just 1:19, but Pollard is able to improve upon it, offering two concise verses that, through some heavy reverb perfectly echo the music's dark tone. He doesn't say much, but drops a couplet worthy of enshrinement in the RP hall of fame:
That’s the way the eyecrust crumbles
the everlasting holyman stumbles
And with that, it's done, a small slice greater than the sum of its parts.
It's a short track, just 1:19, but Pollard is able to improve upon it, offering two concise verses that, through some heavy reverb perfectly echo the music's dark tone. He doesn't say much, but drops a couplet worthy of enshrinement in the RP hall of fame:
That’s the way the eyecrust crumbles
the everlasting holyman stumbles
And with that, it's done, a small slice greater than the sum of its parts.