Black Eye Music // Mr. Mr. Michael

Michael Wilson will tell you that his music is depressing. 

No, not depressing. Darker. 

Melancholy? I ask. 

Well, maybe nostalgic. More somber. 

The conversations, at this point, are blurry. But there's a prevailing idea that these aren't strictly happy songs. Exultant, maybe. The melodies soar, beatific soundscapes layered one over the other, each barely a membrane, together forming a skin that bears its scars gracefully. Skin is hardwearing, but its cracks and fissures are only erasable to a certain point. And so, too, Michael Wilson creates noise at once elastic and resilient, damaged and marked. So, not happy exactly. 

It seems like an appropriate aural compliment to the 20-something conundrum: Horizons that were once limitless are beginning to encroach upon the idea that we've got our whole lives to figure something out. Turns out, those possibilities are finite. It'd be disappointing, really, if it weren't simultaneously so comforting. 

Michael may be in his twenties, but here's a guy who has managed to achieve the impossible: He's Facebook and Gmail free. And previously, his music fell into a similar black hole utterly devoid of technology. But we're all capable of growth, even once we've realized the future's not so bright anymore, and Mr. Wilson is no different. For the first time ever, he's staked a claim on his little corner of The Internet with Black Eye Music, a hub for his many musical projects (most notable is his personal work as Mr. Mr. Michael). 

I feel it's my duty to inform you that if you haven't already clicked over and started listening (give the floating, achingly pretty "Mr. End Of The World Everyday..." a spin), you're woefully bereft of a musical kiss on the lips. G'head. Give it a try. 

Michael Wilson may tell you that his music isn't happy, but the pure joy he exudes in creating it is palpable.