Straight from the looming (Lum-ing) album Ma'at Daemon (available here March 6 on cassette or stream wherever), we bring you 'In the Sky'. The song is a meditation on the personal merits of cremation. Idski (because I know you're Illuminati) would like for you to smoke him like the joint he is upon his death. Put him in the sky. I shot this over the course of two very short, very cold days in Highland Cemetary in Ypsilanti, one of the more beautiful secrets Ypsi keeps.
Down here, under the video, I'd like to share the God-at-work (Idski's words) aspect of this project. Something about the song resonated with me when I first heard it, like much of the album. I hadn't sat down to truly analyse the lyrics yet (I highly suggest you do sometime), but I couldn't get the image of ID set against a blue sky out of my head. We shot him standing on a mound of dirt within the cemetary that was meant for covering graves.
There's something you should know about me. In 2008, my wife and I lost a son named Miles; we had him cremated and have been scattering his ashes in our travels since. At his memorial, his closest family wrote letters to him to send off into the sky via balloon. In my letter, I lamented the dissemination of his matter into the atoms that would come to populate the air around me. I sought comfort in the idea that he had spread throughout the universe at the molecular level. It's a whole thing.
It wasn't until years later that I would meet ID and learn that his given name is also Miles. Whatever though, right. Flash forward to this song that strikingly addresses many of the points covered in my letter to my son...