An enigmatic folk nomad, McCombs is a quintessentially American artist; "he's quietly become one of (the country's) finest chroniclers of fringe characters, a writer of heart-rending love songs and psychedelic odes to the natural world, a teller of tall-tales with a sense of humor dry as desert wood, and that rare folksinger who actually sings about the folk." His vocals range somewhere between the anxious drone of Lou Reed, the hollow croon of Elliott Smith, the lilting melody of Morrissey, and the driving earnestness and complexity of bards such as Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan. His lyrical style is alternately vivid and weary, laconic and yearning, or drifting into the high-spirited and whimsical.
After cutting his first EP, Not the Way in San Francisco in 2001, McCombs relocated to Baltimore, MD. There he released "Not the Way" in 2002 and recorded his first full-length, A, in 2003 on Monitor Records. He spent the next few years touring: playing All Tomorrow's Parties; and opening for bands such as Modest Mouse, The Decemberists, and Belle and Sebastian; before recording his second LP PREfection, which was released on 4AD in 2005.
McCombs' subsequent releases have been on the highly successful British independent label Domino Recording Co. 2007's Dropping the Writ was named one of Amazon's Best Albums of that year. Catacombs was voted one of the 50 greatest albums of 2009 by Pitchfork Media, and features Academy Award-nominated actress and singer Karen Black on the track Dreams-Come-True-Girl. During this period, McCombs toured with the likes of Arcade Fire, Andrew Bird, Band of Horses, José González, Beach House, and The Walkmen.
Catacombs also established McCombs' relationship with engineer/producer Ariel Rechtshaid, member of The Hippos and Foreign Born, who produced Grammy-winning hit Climax for Usher, the Plain White T's Grammy-nominated No.1 platinum-selling single Hey There Delilah, and albums for Vampire Weekend, Sky Ferreira, Snoop Lion, and Haim, among others.
In 2010 McCombs played Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago, L.A.'s Culture Collide Festival and Invisible Children Benefit. 2011 offered an extensive headlining tour, an appearance at SXSW, and two albums released by McCombs and produced by Rechtshaid: Wit's End in April and Humor Risk in November. The two albums were made simultaneously. In an interview with Pitchfork, McCombs explains: "Wit's End was started years ago and it slowly made its way to the finish line. Humor Risk was just punched out. They're friends but they're different. Wit's End is like a stew; Humor Risk is the raw food diet."
Big Wheel and Others, McCombs' seventh full-length (and first double album) was released in October 2013. The album is rooted in the Americana mythos of the Wild West, from the San Francisco drug culture to the gunslingers and gold rush of the nineteenth century. The album once again features Karen Black on a version of the track Brighter!, her final recording before passing away due to ampullary cancer in August, 2013. Big Wheel is dedicated to her memory.
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Real Life
Cass McCombs Lyrics
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What would I hear?
And what good are words
If they never reach your ear?
Were A your nuclear bomb
What would I dream?
And would A care at all
Pleased to meet you
The world is at your command
Want real life
Want real life
Want real life
Were A oxygen
How would I breathe?
And if A lost it all on red
Tell me, what would I grieve?
What can A say is real
Numbers or words?
And were A the wind
Is I for the birds?
A is nowhere
I, a puzzle, a game
Want real life
Want real life
Want real life
In Cass McCombs's song Real Life, he questions the meaning and value of communication and existence. The first two lines of the song ask "Were A your telephone/What would I hear?" which brings to mind the idea of being connected but still ultimately disconnected from someone else. McCombs wonders what good words are if they never reach the intended recipient. This sentiment is echoed in the following lines "And what good are words/If they never reach your ear?" The use of the pronoun "A" in lieu of a specific person or thing creates a sense of detachment or ambiguity.
The second stanza continues the theme of questioning what someone or something means to you. McCombs asks "Were A your nuclear bomb/What would I dream?" which is a thought-provoking contrast of destruction and creation. He then wonders if "A" would even care about his dreams or visions, "Would I squint into the gleam?" The final stanza is the most abstract, with questions like "And what can A say is real/Numbers or words?" and "Were A the wind/Is I for the birds?" These lyrics suggest that all existence and communication is fragile and ultimately futile. The song ends on the repeated phrase "Want real life" which could be interpreted as a desire for genuine connection and meaning in a world that often feels hollow.
Line by Line Meaning
Were A your telephone
If I were to call you, what would you say?
And what good are words
Are my words even reaching you?
If they never reach your ear?
I feel like I'm talking to a wall
Were A your nuclear bomb
If I were to explode in your life, would it make a difference?
What would I dream?
Would I be remembered at all?
And would A care at all
Do you even care about the impact I could have on you?
Would I squint into the gleam?
Would I even get to see the effects of leaving a mark?
Pleased to meet you
I'm happy to know you
The world is at your command
You're in a position of power and influence
Want real life
I yearn for genuine human connection
Want real life
No more superficiality, I want raw emotion and reality
Want real life
I crave authenticity and sincerity
Were A oxygen
If I were to stop breathing, would you notice?
How would I breathe?
Would you be the source of my vitality?
And if A lost it all on red
If I took a huge risk and lost everything, what would happen?
Tell me, what would I grieve?
What would be the consequence of putting everything on the line?
What can A say is real
What do we truly know to be true?
Numbers or words?
Are we trapped in a world of quantifiable, empirical data or is there more?
And were A the wind
If I were something as abstract as the wind...
Is I for the birds?
...would my existence even matter?
A is nowhere
I feel like I don't have a place in this world
I, a puzzle, a game
I'm struggling to find my identity and fit in
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Cass McCombs
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