Mary Kate Tankard
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ATTN: BIG ART
To Whom This May Dearest Concern,
Pleased to make your upmost acquaintance. We are Subprime Mortgage. We did a live recording last spring and made an EP out of it. We say EP for you all in the biz, but we consider it to be more of an auditory collage of sorts, a homage if you will. Yes, it exists very much in that vein. We have named our experimental auditory soundscape: Big Art. It’s sort of about art but mostly about things that feel as big as art, like love, and loss, and landscape. We ruined all of our friendships in the process. Almost caused a divorce (point of pride). Defaulted on student loans. Tanked our credit scores. Crashed not one but three cars. No parents have heard from us in months. I think a small regime was toppled. We hired a therapist just to fire them. Dated to get our hearts broken. Spoke to lie. Read to be mistaken. Walked and walked and walked. Walked so far ten years went by we all got PhD's and learned four languages. But it’s all over now, yes said and done, and we'll never listen to these receptacles that some call songs, again. That’s someone else’s job now. Like all things wrought out of collapse, you can only hope something comes out of it. Like a settlement. Yes, a financial sum of fur coats and bespoke jewels. A home with a pool. An endless dinner party with a lover and shared antagonist. A trip to somewhere, not just anywhere, somewhere different than all those other places. A drive that never ends, because you don’t want it to, each hour a view more perfect than the last, the windows cracked, sun heats your back, drive and drive and drive, all because you can; it never ends when you’ve got a nest egg of shoes and coats to fill your tank, a lover, and a shared antagonist. A place with only blue and golden light. With 10 days of winter, just the good ones, the ones where you’re warm from wine and you can’t help but cry, but in a way that feels nice, yeah the kind of cry that leaves you in a good way.These are our hopes and dreams, we'd like to tell you more, yes we can tell you are someone in the business of love, and loss, and landscape. Someone who knows it when they see it, someone who gets it, really gets it, it’s not a 9-5, not like that all, this is Big Art, it’s here to stay, we sure hope that you like it.
ATTN: BIG ART
To Whom This May Dearest Concern,
Pleased to make your upmost acquaintance. We are Subprime Mortgage. We did a live recording last spring and made an EP out of it. We say EP for you all in the biz, but we consider it to be more of an auditory collage of sorts, an homage if you will. Yes, it exists very much in that vein. We have named our experimental auditory soundscape: Big Art. It’s sort of about art but mostly about things that feel as big as art, like love, and loss, and landscape.
We ruined all of our friendships in the process. Almost caused a divorce (point of pride). Defaulted on student loans. Tanked our credit scores. Crashed not one but three cars. No parents have heard from us in months. I think a small regime was toppled. We hired a therapist just to fire them. Dated to get our hearts broken. Spoke to lie. Read to be mistaken. Walked and walked and walked. Walked so far ten years went by we all got PhD's and learned four languages. But it’s all over now, yes said and done, and we'll never listen to these receptacles, some call songs, again. That’s someone else’s job now. Like all things wrought out of collapse, you can only hope something comes out of it. Like a settlement. Yes, a financial sum of fur coats and bespoke jewels. A home with a pool. An endless dinner party with a lover and shared antagonist. A trip to somewhere, not just anywhere, somewhere different than all those other places. A drive that never ends, because you don’t want it to, each hour a view more perfect than the last, the windows cracked, sun heats your back, drive and drive and drive, all because you can; it never ends when you’ve got a nest egg of shoes and coats to fill your tank, a lover, and a shared antagonist. A place with only blue and golden light. With 10 days of winter, just the good ones, the ones where you’re warm from wine and you can’t help but cry, but in a way that feels nice, yeah the kind of cry that leaves you in a good way.
These are our hopes and dreams, we'd like to tell you more, yes we can tell you are someone in the business of love, and loss, and landscape. Someone who knows it when they see it, someone who gets it, really gets it, it’s not a 9-5, not like that all, this is Big Art, it’s here to stay, we sure hope that you like it.
Warmly, With The Dearest, Most Upmost Regards,
Subprime Mortgage
To Whom This May Dearest Concern,
Pleased to make your upmost acquaintance. We are Subprime Mortgage. We did a live recording last spring and made an EP out of it. We say EP for you all in the biz, but we consider it to be more of an auditory collage of sorts, a homage if you will. Yes, it exists very much in that vein. We have named our experimental auditory soundscape: Big Art. It’s sort of about art but mostly about things that feel as big as art, like love, and loss, and landscape. We ruined all of our friendships in the process. Almost caused a divorce (point of pride). Defaulted on student loans. Tanked our credit scores. Crashed not one but three cars. No parents have heard from us in months. I think a small regime was toppled. We hired a therapist just to fire them. Dated to get our hearts broken. Spoke to lie. Read to be mistaken. Walked and walked and walked. Walked so far ten years went by we all got PhD's and learned four languages. But it’s all over now, yes said and done, and we'll never listen to these receptacles that some call songs, again. That’s someone else’s job now. Like all things wrought out of collapse, you can only hope something comes out of it. Like a settlement. Yes, a financial sum of fur coats and bespoke jewels. A home with a pool. An endless dinner party with a lover and shared antagonist. A trip to somewhere, not just anywhere, somewhere different than all those other places. A drive that never ends, because you don’t want it to, each hour a view more perfect than the last, the windows cracked, sun heats your back, drive and drive and drive, all because you can; it never ends when you’ve got a nest egg of shoes and coats to fill your tank, a lover, and a shared antagonist. A place with only blue and golden light. With 10 days of winter, just the good ones, the ones where you’re warm from wine and you can’t help but cry, but in a way that feels nice, yeah the kind of cry that leaves you in a good way.These are our hopes and dreams, we'd like to tell you more, yes we can tell you are someone in the business of love, and loss, and landscape. Someone who knows it when they see it, someone who gets it, really gets it, it’s not a 9-5, not like that all, this is Big Art, it’s here to stay, we sure hope that you like it.
Warmly, With The Dearest, Most Upmost Regards,
Subprime Mortgage