A Contemplative Kick Runs Through Ogcrain’s Introspective Who Am I

The thing about Southern California is how it feels both highly built-up and yet sparse simultaneously. One goes from pure neon light bleeding into the field of vision to desolate arid landscapes, all within a single drive down the highway. None of it feels all that far, given the over-reliance on the car that travels through these varying terrains with varying degrees of breaking the speed limit. Much of the sound has this yearning, a pained quality as the background reflects upon a bustling metropolis alongside desert desolation.

Like all things, he starts things off in the thick of the urban jungle. Buildings cutting up the sky add to this overwhelmed feeling. With the hovering about, there is a desire to try to get to the heart of the matter. The futurism eventually breaks into a sense of pure abandonment, with various shrapnel periodically dotting the bleak vista. Words hit hard, for there is this sense of hope, the tribulations to find something better. It is never a straight line, but it has a cyclical quality, for that harshness of the environment gives way to a much more contemporary scene. Although that sadness is not resolved, at least he returns to this time to this community, and something is soothing about it.

Something quite remarkable, Ogcrains offers a different look at what it means to travel through one’s mind on the beautiful, darkened hues of the “Who Am I” video.