This ladder takes me to a room above my head
Where dust collects in crevices
And spiders make their beds
I've always been a bit afraid to face what lives up there
As I peek beneath the hatch, splinters fall into my hair
A place for storing what you'd rather leave behind
A home for darkness in the corners of your mind
Just like an attic in the summer
It's so hard to go inside
But I just can't help the feeling
That there's something here to find
A boat leaves
A ship returns
For days on end
Forever spent
Beneath the sun
The waves bring
Your worries to the shore
His cigarette
Falls softly
To the floor
This is a room
Where the shutters close themselves
As it swallows you whole
And spits out the bones
The light
In his eyes
Starts to dim
As the footsteps fade away
about
I consider "Like an Attic in the Summer" to be a bit like a schematic of the inside of my head, for lack of better words. Though my vocabulary to articulate what I was experiencing hadn't formed yet, I can definitively trace my history with consistent depression to the age of 6. Mental illness can be excruciating and a terrible thing to romanticize, but it's been important to my growth in the last few years to acknowledge it as a natural part of my life and be accepting, and even loving, toward that idea. At this stage I can look at my depression as a component of myself, almost as if we are two independent beings sharing the same experiences. Recently when I feel episodes setting in, I've been trying to approach introspection almost as a dissociative/observational endeavor (without letting go of the fact that it is still very much me experiencing this feeling). It's helped me understand other components of my full self better, and how these parts all intersect and affect one another.
The attic itself represents my own mind and all the things I tend to find within it, whether that be fond memories, intrusive or self-destructive thoughts, processing identity, family stories and artifacts left behind, etc. Loose and littered or packed neatly just waiting to be found. It might be hard to approach, and maybe I'm not always sure I should open this or that box, but the attic is a part of my home and I want it to feel that way. Sometimes it's scary, but it's more often a place of wonderful discoveries. That's what it's there for, in my opinion.
"The Room" came together after reading the book 'Giovanni's Room' by James Baldwin. It's essentially built upon various scenes and excerpts from the book that I found particularly impactful, and was an attempt to portray both the profound beauty of freedom and the deep pain of repression that the characters experienced. It took me a long time to finally read it, but it came at the right time in my life (thanks, Steph <3). Simply put, it's how I felt after reading the book.
credits
released October 4, 2023
Written, performed, and produced by Herbert Quick
Recorded at home in West Philadelphia, PA, 2023
Mixed by Herbert Quick
Mastered by Russ Israel
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