Another Hammock record…? Yes.
Why…? Because we still feel the need to explore our inward wanderings… to purge our demons, no matter how friendly or familiar those wicked bastards have become to us over the years.
This was a difficult record to complete. Not difficult because Andrew and I don’t get along, we’re still like brothers. Not because we stopped believing in music as an immediate relief for the weary or a celebration of ongoing existence. It was a struggle because… remember those demons? Not the kind that myths are made of but the real tangible type that bury themselves deep into the secret places that we’re not even aware of because we’ve become so acquainted with having them as our omnipresent passengers. Yeah… they showed up and decided to camp out.I don’t want to go into the details… The music tells the story. Throughout our body of work, we’ve lived with ghosts, not disembodied spirits, but the ghost-like memories of those who disappeared. We’ve composed and sung songs to the dearly departed, passed over into oblivion with hymns of finite longing. All the while inhabiting our own impermanence… in endless distraction from the whole catastrophe… Until it all became too much. It was time to face life on life’s terms.
So here we are with “Everything and Nothing.” The nothingness I’m talking about is not nihilistic. Life whittled me down to a “right size” until I became a container of my own emptiness. Not a cynical flask of endless lack but an emptiness open enough to contain everything. I found a luminous space where I could learn to live in the tension. However, this inward restructuring made making this record an ongoing exercise of “letting go.” With this came a lot of insecurity and self-doubt but also a real freedom to not take it all so seriously. In the end, the singers sang for us in the morning, raising their voices with no concern about the volume of the echo. It was a kenotic experience… a self-emptying of everything and nothing at all.
Sorry to Andrew and to you for making this more about me than perhaps I should but I just thought I would let you in and peek behind the curtain. We all wish we could be the magic we read about but in the end we’re all just pulling levers, trying to find our way home. Thank you for really listening… It means everything to us. - Marc