January 4th will make three years since that night. I wouldn't be here today without this album. They were the only CDs I could listen to. All I remember is that I listened to Transatlanticism and Plans on repeat. To be honest, life was a blur until high school graduation at the end of May. I don't remember grieving over his passing. I wasn't crying, but I felt each spasm that crying gives as I gasped for the strength to sing the words. Throughout this process, I sat cold and alone in Mom's old Jeep Liberty with the headlights on and Transatlanticism in the CD player. I was the one who drove up the hill waiting for the funeral directors so I could flag them down to pick him up. I was the one who called the funeral home. I was the one who called and told my brother and best friend. I kissed his forehead, told him how much I loved him and would miss him, and I left the room. I know that's really creepy to talk about, but it felt really important then. His body would periodically breathe, and it would be as though he were still there. Death is really creepy certain bodily functions still carry on for an hour or so after. I told him how much I would miss him as he lay there. I locked myself in the room with him for a few minutes after for some final alone time. All that was left was the body that he used to wrestle with me when I was younger and naive. The man who gave me my hairline, my nose, my height, and half of my eye color was gone.
Teenage life made me grow to talk back to him every morning. He was the man who drove me to school every day. There was the man who built the home I lived in. There was the man who had driven me around Corbin when Mom was angry. I knew he was supposed to be gone Mom and I had told him the night before that he could let go. I rushed into the bedroom, hoping it wasn't true. I ran through the house to find mom hysterically crying on the couch as forty years crashed down around her and she was left alone. Dad's hospice nurse told me that he had passed on. All the sudden, I got the knock on the door. I remember locking myself in my room the last few hours before he passed, listening to "Fire Island" by Fountains of Wayne on repeat and trying to pretend that everything was okay for a while.
Vehlinggo premiered Skeleton Beach’s “Blood Moon” from Ritual in June.This was the first song I listened to after Dad died. Learn more about their other work, released by their label, Grief Thief Records. You can buy Cemetery Gate’s rescore of classic horror film Häxan now via Lakeshore Records. This song in particular is one that I’ve sang to my children every single night at bedtime, so it holds a special place in my heart.” “Ben Gibbard’s lyrics and song crafting is second to none and has been a huge influence for us over the years. “Death Cab is a band we have both loved for many years,” Jones says. On “Passenger Seat” they unfurl a delicate brush of that element, while staying true to Death Cab’s piano-driven original. Today, Vehlinggo premieres Cemetery Gates’ haunting and sacred interpretation of “Passenger Seat” from the album.Ĭemetery Gates - Skeleton Beach’s Gene Priest and Circadian Rhythm Section’s Derek Jones - are known for creating evocative, synth-driven fare that mines elements of electronic horror music from the 1970s and 1980s. I’m always fascinated by how various artists interpret its songs. Death Cab for Cutie’s 2003 album Transatlanticism is one of the best albums released in the past 20 years.
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