5 Saddest Sundowner Songs

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Yesterday, Sundowner (the mostly acoustic solo project of Chris McCaughan from The Lawrence Arms, but you probably already know that) announced that he was signing to Fat Wreck Chords to release his third album later this year. This is great news, because both Sundowner records to date have been pretty outstanding, but also troublesome, because sometimes his shit is just too real and makes me feel sad.

In fact, the last time I listened to Sundowner (barring yesterday when I was “researching” information to make this list) was when I was driving to the southern Chicago suburbs to pick up Amanda on my way home from Indiana and had a bunch of unspecific feelings and just needed a solid 20 minutes of reveling in them.

McCaughan has an unrivaled ability to write songs that perfectly encapsulate the boredom and frustration of being at once ambitious and aimless and having what seems like too much and too little time. In other words, McCaughan uses his almost David Foster Wallace-esque ability to articulate things that you always think about in the back of your mind, but don’t spend a whole lot of time actually reflecting on, because, well, they’re kind of sad. Match that up with some expertly employed minor chords, and you’ve got the secret ingredients for surfacing a lot of feelings.

That being said, here are the five saddest Sundowner songs, if you need to just take a moment in the middle of the week or something.

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“Got some pretty good beats on this 808 C C C D yeah…”

“Got some pretty good beats on this 808 C C C D yeah…”

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Wankers…

Wankers…

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I WANT ONE!!

I WANT ONE!!

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Many of my boyhood hours were chomped up by one of these badboys…

Many of my boyhood hours were chomped up by one of these badboys…

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Hahaha!

Hahaha!

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Thus Creator…

Thus Creator…

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:)

:)

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The Fine Art of Coffee Portraiture

Here’s more evidence to back up all those studies on boredom inspiring creativity: Meet Mike Breach, barista extraordinaire, who “paints” everything — and everyone — into his lattes. “I’m an esspressionist,” he proudly proclaims. Just last year, Breach was idling away his customer-less hours in the back of a hotel kitchen with only a dormant espresso machine for company. He was “so, so bored.” So he taught himself how to inscribe ornate hearts in coffee foam, with a bamboo skewer as his paintbrush. “People got so excited about it!” says Breach, so he took it further. Out came the teddy bears (“the girls just love those”), a portrait of that hotel boss (“I didn’t show it to him, but my coworkers and I laughed about it”), and Salvador Dalì, and Edward Scissorhands, and Beyoncé.

We’re at the Smile To-Go, and he’s frothing some milk behind the counter; the shushing of the machine almost drowns out his words. He reflects. “It’s like, if something is lacking, you’ve got to find a way to make it exciting and fun. Right? I mean, I’m so happy that my old job was so boring! Otherwise I wouldn’t be making these! And this is just the beginning. I want to start a movement.” The milk is now pillowy, foamy-soft — perfect for the latte Breach is about to pour. He stares into his empty chestnut-colored canvas, and suddenly looks up. “I’ve been wanting to try Snoop. Let’s do that, yea?” 


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