PREMIERE | Calan Mai & Bea Moon, "Passengers"
Few songs can accurately capture the speed of life. The rate at which things commence, develop, bloom, establish an abode to dwell within, are then taken away, traded for another experience (and other paths) and the divergent directory trails of what remains from the aforementioned alternate trajectories. Thus is the nature of Calan Mai & Bea Moon's "Passengers", debuting a duet between the Australian artists that exchanges anecdotes and intimate love stories that illustrate minimalist sung romantic tales that ride like glamorous troubadours busking in the cars of an electric tram.
Mai & Moon compile a variety of vignettes, entanglements, engagements, dialogues, events and scores of scenes and sequences of sentimentality well-suited for stage & screen. Featuring candid, vulnerable narrative fare that gently sways with feels ripped from romance novel pulps; Bea begins the song like thumbing the through the glossy pages of fashionable periodicals to a chance encounter that leads to something sublime, coded up in a prose-poetic language reserved for feverish and fond dialogues whispered in whirlwind-swept moments — or texted in the lonely nightfall circa 3am. Calan and Bea rock the heart-spun odyssey back and forth like a chain-tethered hanging porch swing that glides through the ascending and descending emotive arcs involved in the content of the dearly recited road hymnal harmonies. “Passengers” is a foray into the timeless story about strangers turned trusted friends, lovers, friends, then strangers, then into the weird; seeking that specially created place they respectively, independently (and exclusively) call home. The artists bring the focus on those unique places that the most unique bonds create, as well as exploring their isolating and inverse opposite.
Calan Mai provided some insights about the new single:
“Passengers” was written and recorded during a single rainy day in Singapore. Javier, Bea and myself sat on the floor and constructed the verses together, so the song isn’t about a specific person or place, but more about the way we all turn people into places and call them home. The exquisite pain of leaving the space you cultivate in the life of another.
Most of us ride around behind our eyes, yearning for the past, dreaming of the future and desperately fighting to freeze moments without ever seeing what’s in front of us. In that sense, everyone is a passenger.