By Mike Sain't Louis ·
«Sing Me a Sad Song»: when a sad song heals too
Asking for a sad song when you're already broken seems like a contradiction. «Sing Me a Sad Song» starts right there: sometimes what helps most is someone putting words to what you feel, instead of trying to cheer you up at all costs.
Writing a sad song can break you a little more and, at the same time, heal you. The tears that come while you create something are sometimes the only proof that you're still here, that you still feel and that you're still fighting. This song is written from that place.
For me it's about when the mind cracks without warning. And almost never from weakness: from too much noise, too much pressure, wounds nobody sees. Talking about mental health has a lot to do with survival and nothing to do with self-pity. It's saying «I'm still here» when the body feels heavy and everything inside goes quiet.
On PLANETA GAYFOLK there are no forbidden subjects. That's why there's room for depression, anxiety, trauma and narcissistic abuse, which so many people live through in hiding and find so hard to name. Keeping quiet makes you ill too.
If you've ever been told you were a drama queen, that you were too sensitive or that your sadness was a defect, this song is on your side. Feeling a lot is also a way of resisting.
The cover sums it up in an embrace. Dead of night, rain, a streetlamp and an old car parked in the street. Two men holding each other, soaked; one with his eyes closed and a pained expression, leaning on the other's shoulder. All in black and white, except the title, in a purple that looks handwritten. It moves me that sadness appears accompanied, held up by someone.
It's in English and meant for anyone who knows what it's like to be shattered and keep going anyway. For whoever cries because they're alive, which is very different from crying because they're weak.
A rainy night, without trying to fix anything, is its moment. Let it keep you company.