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Song Premiere: Nashville’s Milk People focus by staying out of focus on new single

A little over a year ago we caught up with Nigel A. Wilson of Milk People. The former Bostonian, one-time Berklee student, and current Nashvillian was juggling a bunch of different musical projects at the time, including a gig teaching the works of David Bowie and others to religious-raised children. It’s hard to tell which, if any, of Wilson’s myriad endeavors have taken a front seat and become his focus, because the man is a Grade A juggler.

What we do know is that Milk People continues to come into focus by staying out of focus, and today we are psyched to premiere the riffy, moody, sound-shifting Tennessee rock and funk crew’s latest single, “I’m Not Changing My Mind.” Listen to it below via the Milk People Bandcamp.

The track follows a string of monthly singles to hype the upcoming full-length Hullabaloo, billed as “the dream journal of a megalomaniac child,” and a project that was successfully crowd-funded earlier this year.

Now we usually let the music do the talking over here on the V, but we often like to reach out to the artist to get a little insight into the track we are featuring. We asked Wilson about “I’m Not Changing My Mind,” and we figured we might as well just post his response, sent to us via email, in full. It reads:

“Day Six. Visions of Johanna still linger in my dreams. As I slowly lose consciousness I hear a low rumble. It builds to a single tone, distorted and cacophonous. Faces, red and blue, blur together and tear apart. I cannot see my hands but they feel warm; then I am at a party. It’s high school again, but I feel taller. I feel stronger. I feel slicker than slime. Johanna comes up to me with a little beer foam on her upper lip… she licks it off and takes my hand, leading me down a hallway toward her parents’ bedroom. I feel nervous and I feel excited but the hallway stretches forever, getting longer and longer until we reach the door. The air is cold, and I can hear water dripping in the distance. The party is gone. She puts my hand on the door handle and asks if I still want to come in. But what she says with her hips, and with her dangerous lips… she knows I’m not changing my mind.”


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