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Wayfaring Stranger – Jamie Woon (Burial Remix)

13 Oct

Burial has amazed me lately. I’ve walked headfirst into a Burial obsession. The man is tough to track down, never playing live or on the radio, and giving the extremely occasional interview. He says that it makes his music more personal. That if you don’t really know about the person who created it, then it’s easier to make it your own. In one of the rare interview he gives, he describes how he’s a music romantic. “I’m not old enough to have been to a proper old rave in a warehouse or a field,” he says, “but I used to hear these stories about legendary club nights, about driving off into the darkness to raves on the outskirts of London. But it’s got this sadness now, because most club culture got commercialised in the 1990s; oftentimes it got taken off ravers and sold back to them. But it’s still out there; there’s a signal, or a light. It’s like there’s someone still holding a lighter in a warehouse somewhere.”

This song is beautiful. It’s a remix of a song by Jamie Woon, an emerging artist with a wonderfully soulful voice. If you listen to the original, and to this version, you’ll see how much Burial adds. Not just in terms of the beat, but with the general mood of the track. I always get a chill when I hear “I’m going there to see my brothers.” The atmospheric and unique mood of Burial’s music can be summed up by the man himself in a quote:


Jamie Woon


“I would sit around waiting for night to fall, wait for summer to end. Or I would go out, wait for it to get dark, and then I’d go back and work on it, sort of hypnotise myself. I love that feeling when you know that almost everyone in your city is asleep, or you go out and listen to your tunes in someone’s car at night. It’s like hibernating. When I’m awake all night, sometimes I see the people and the city waking up around me. I feel a little bit moody at them for stepping into my night-time. What I want is that feeling when you’re in the rain, or a storm. It’s a shiver at the edge of your mind, an atmosphere of hearing a sad, distant sound, but it seems closer – like it’s just for you. Like hearing rain or a whale-song, a cry in the dark, the far cry.”