Review Summary: The story of Drowse.
Gazing at a shoe while droning on and on, Drowse picked up his acoustic guitar and began playing music. They were simple tunes in those days, enough to play at a show without getting calloused fingers.
Most of the time he just wanted to relax. Music was a soother for him, a way to have an almost spiritual experience. He told himself that, and took the floaty elements of dream pop and ambient music to settle his soul. What he could do with a handful of instruments and sounds would do, yet he wanted more. He had a dream.
The man wanted to see the world. He wanted to smile at the new fallen snow in Paris, he wanted to be a famous artist. He wanted to be the next Sigur Rós and was close, yet so far. Drowse’s music wasn’t pretty enough, and later on he would encounter a critic that said his music was lacking energy and memorability. He didn’t care because he compared music to a comfy pillow, yet the words slowly entered his spirit.
He ended his days playing acoustic ditties, alone in brewing company bars. His music was just interesting enough to create a pleasant soundscape amidst the boozy atmosphere, and darkened lights. He would never be famous (he told himself), but the simple life he created was comfy. “Nothing wrong with comfy”, he said to himself.
Drowse entered his next show with his head held high. He had a small following, but perhaps one day he would make it. Anything was possible, and his music gave him hope and inspiration. Surely his dream wasn’t that far away.
