Sam Prekop - "The Silhouettes"

This post was begun one month ago, nearly to the day, immediately after I first heard Sam Prekop's surprising new single, "The Silhouettes."

At the time, I wrote:

"Sometimes it's hard to tell haze from smoke, on a campsite near a lake for instance.

Similarly, in a mental space, we often think we're about to set fire, when really we're just confused.

Haze is not merely an intermediary - a lens through which we see other objects - but a thing too in itself, one that can be seen clearly or otherwise."

Weeks later, when I returned to these words and to the song that inspired them, the relevance of each to the other escaped me. I had no idea what my idea had been. And thus, like Augustine in the twilight of his life, I became a question for myself.

What had I been trying to say? Was I alluding to the layers of semi-permeable synthesizer sounds - the fuzz through which one can hear the ascending lead or the looping arpeggios beyond looping arpeggios? But then what might I have meant by the comparison between haze and smoke? Could I have been trying to call attention to the subtle constitutional differences between the song's many similar tones?

All of this questioning - what did it yield? Only one discovery in the end: a new-found appreciation for you, the reader. If I can't understand my own prose, how can I ask that you do? My apologies, my friends, and thank you for indulging me lo these many years.

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