Opeongo - Less of Me
From Midland, Ontario, but now residing in Toronto, just a few days ago, Opeongo dropped a new single, called“Less of Me,” off of Miasma, his forthcoming debut LP.
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Opeongo, aka Keegan Trumpour, explains “Less of Me,” saying, “In the song, I’m attempting to articulate that no matter how dearly you hold someone, your love can be easily compromised at the hands of your own self-loathing. One needs to learn to love and respect themselves in order to love fully unto another, otherwise one cannot trust the heart and mind within that allow us such joys as love. This is a concept I still often struggle with, but its recognition was pivotal in my continuance.”
He goes on to add, “There’s a duality in ‘Less of Me.’ These dichotomies are birthed out of inward reflection and quickly put to rest by outward reflection. No matter how inadequate I have felt, there are a million ways to feel smaller. What I’ve learned is that you can let such a notion overwhelm you, or you can let it humble you.”
“Less of Me” opens on an elegant yet dark piano, as Opeongo’s deliciously rasping voice rides overhead, full of sonic fissures, gouges, and urgent ache.
The duality of which Opeongo speaks is mirrored in the poignant lyrics of the tune, akin to a religious confession, stark and raw with credibility.
“Used to think of myself as a book on a shelf / Now it’s plain to see I’m just a circled phrase on a dog-eared page / Drinking to my health’s so paradoxical / When I always feel so much more diseased when I get to being this way / Sometimes I want to dissolve right unto myself / A cremation premeditated, patient in the molecules that are swaying / I’m not well mentally, I guess it’s time I told you / The less there is of me, the closer I can hold you / The less there is of me, the closer I can hold you / But the less of me there is to hold.”
“Less of Me” opens on an elegant yet dark piano, as Opeongo’s deliciously rasping voice rides overhead, full of sonic fissures, gouges, and urgent ache. It’s one of those drawling voices, exuding chaffing textures and slightly reedy timbres, vaguely reminiscent of Tom Petty amalgamated with Leon Russell – scrumptiously affecting.
“Less of Me” is superlatively evocative, traveling on a compelling measured rhythm and gleaming colors, all crowned by Opeongo’s inimitable voice.
