Hunting for the “dear” rather than hunting “deer,” Casey Crescenzo undertakes grand ambitions while distilling life down small, simple moments and powerful emotions.
The Dear Hunter was created in 2005 by Casey Crescenzo as a side project to his membership in Boston’s the Receiving End of Sirens, a place where he could record music that didn’t exactly fit the Sirens’ sound.
With a demo tape recorded that same year (Dear Ms. Landing), viral buzz began to spread. By May 2006, Crescenzo had made The Dear Hunter a full-time undertaking.
Unbowed by the specter of taking on a grand and comprehensive enterprise, Crescenzo mapped out a six-album project called “The Dear Hunter,” releasing Act I (The Lake South, The River North) in May 2007.
Following two more releases (Acts II and III), created with an ever-evolving cast of musical partners, the Dear Hunter changed direction to focus on another wide-ranging project, a nine EP set called The Color Spectrum. Writing music to match the full R.O.Y.G.B.I.V. palette (along with Black and White,too), the full Color Spectrum set was released in April of this year.
Today’s Free MP3 of the Day, courtesy of the fine folks at Triple Crown Records, is a true gem, a previously unreleased acoustic version of “The Inheritance” (originally found on the Green EP).
Seldom do I print a full lyrics sheet with our articles but, in this case, the power of Crescenzo’s lyrics make it almost imperative.
“Mouths to feed, wont sleep till he arrives, so he brings his work home.
And late nights waste away plotting the plan, tracing the steps he needs to take,
Til he says, “my job is done, you’re old enough, it’s time to leave this home,
And go on your own, I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore, not anymore.
“Eyes closed children rest unaware, so he keeps their lights dim.
And angels hold their tongues up above, with a scowl shaking their fist,
Til he says, “my job is done, your old enough it’s time to leave this home,
And go on your own, I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore, not any more.
“My job is done, your old enough, it’s time to leave this home.
And go on your own, we had our run now you’re old enough to run down your track,
So don’t look back, I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore, not any more.
Revel in the music.
Originally written for MP3.com