King Hannah // Crème Brûlée

Post by Misha

There are certain guitar solos that make me go weak at the knees. And not only the knees, but all the seams of my body. They make me aware of the porousness of the skin, and the hollowness behind the ribcage, and the expanding nature of all matter. These guitar solos are not always the most technically accomplished, and they are usually not the same ones that people describe as “face melting.” Rather, these guitar solos arrive from the depths of the earth with the sole purpose of unclenching us. They come on all fours preaching the virtues of surrender. They pray to the same god as the waves crashing on the rocks, and the bird of prey in free fall.

More to the point: there are certain days when I need guitar solos like that more than I need breakfast or lunch or afternoon coffee or wind in the trees or a reason to get out of bed.

Buy King Hannah’s music here. Via City Slang.