Only days ago the talented girl announced that she had just signed with the american record label ANTI- as the first danish artist ever and now you have the chance to hear her new single ‘Sun Has Gone’. Hear it at the bottom!
It’s rare (for me) that you hear a song that grabs you in the first bar. Just take a moment, the length of a cigarette while sitting down – and be enveloped by the majesty of music in its finest form.
Original –no. However the familiarity of Broken Twin’s music, of which we only have last year’s e.p.: Hold On To Nothing and now this single from her imminent full length are positively it’s power. From the simple right handed piano accompaniment, to her soft timbred and immaculately controlled voice, to the shimmering burst of ambient underscores bursting like a ray of sun before finishing again, as it began with simple descending major triads – we have an example of the perfect emotional pop ballad.
After only one listen I began to form not only a treatment for my own music video, but an entire alternate universe of life and death of cinematic thought for this ditty – here’s my pitch:
(The scene fades in on a young couple lying on a red and white checkered picnic blanket. She is dirty blonde with blue eyes, wearing a white flowing summer dress, her long slender form outlined by a gentle blowing breeze, she is wearing a daisy chain, while twirling a bunch of violets. His head is one her chest laying perpendicular to her. He is wearing a white t-shirt, and khaki pants rolled up to just below the knees. They are pointing at the clouds and laughing as he draws a heart on her forehead. They lightly kiss, but break away to smile and gaze into each other’s eyes.
In unison they gaze at a passing doe deer, leading a wobbly and spotted fawn to a grove of tall grass just under a towering ancient oak tree. We focus in on its massive and knobby trunk. The lovers have scrawled their initials hastily into the bark surrounded by a heart. We flash forward to the couple’s entire potential future life –
They are caught in the rain in New York City in autumn. Just as a taxi drops them off on a city street, another one rushes by splashing them with a wave of dirty water. They laugh and kiss, he gets down on bended knee in the murky puddle and produces a small fuzzy box containing a ring; she opens it and gasps, putting her hands over her mouth while crying and nodding “Yes”.
They are married in a small country church. Her dad gives her away, he lifts her white veil and they kiss. Exiting the church, there are all their friends and family throwing rice and rose petals as they exit the chapel. They climb into a red rusty Citroen 2cv and it won’t start, his father runs to the rear of the vehicle with her brothers and they all push the car until it coughs into life. The couple wave and blow kisses, the men high five and then hug.
She is being pushed in a gurney down the bright halls of a hospital wearing a hospital gown while holding her stomach and blowing while crying and doing her birth breathing exercises. Door after door bursts open as they are followed by nurses, rolling i.v. bags, and of course her husband who is holding her hand while stroking her hair. Finally they reach the room where their twins are born. He cuts the cords and they are handed to her. The doctors and nurses leave them alone for a moment as they hold their new lives in their hands and kiss. The babies are still red, wrinkly and greasy.
Lots of short scenes now with them growing up, first day of school, Halloweens, Christmases, graduations, and their weddings, all in quick succession.
The daughter of the two siblings is stressed and driving during a storm on a country road. She can only see out of the windscreen for a brief instant after the wipers swipe back and forth. In one of those instants, a careening jack-knifed lorry slides directly in front of her. There is broken glass and airbags deploying in slow motion as her long brown hair is thrown in her face.
The next scene is her funeral. Our now greying and dressed in black couple are holding their now only child (son) as a coffin is lowered into the ground. They each pick up handfuls of soil and throw it in the grave after it. An old priest blesses them and kisses each on the cheek.
She is in a wheelchair and sitting by a window in an assisted living facility. He arrives with a tray containing a pot of tea, two cups, a slice of cherry pie and a small vase with a single red rose. He delicately removes an oxygen supply from her nose, kisses her on the forehead, and spoon-feeds her the pie with a silver fork. She slowly chews while looking up at him. He smiles and kisses her on her forehead.
He is kneeling beside her bed. She is underneath a crocheted blanket. A framed portrait of the two when they first met is beside her on a nightstand. He sobs uncontrollably and closes her eyes with his wrinkled hands. We focus on the single rose in the vase on a bureau in the corner of the room. A lone petal falls off of the withered flower, and a hurricane lamp is blown out by a draft from the open window. We focus out of the pane of the window to that same oak tree with their initials carved in its ancient trunk. Just during this part, the burst of ambience in “Sun Has Gone” goes to an incredible burst of light as everything is rewound very quickly.
Again we see our couple in the field just as the first scene. They get up, fold the blanket, hold hands and walk off. )
If you made it this far reader, it’s pretty evident that this is the kind of song one really could live inside. I can’t wait to hear more from Broken Twin.