We Can't Play Sad

One town. One funeral band. Ten departures. They were hired to play sorrow and they cannot do it. The trombone comes in too bright, the drummer finds a dance in the dead march, and by the second chorus the mourners are on their feet. The priest gives up. The widow wears red. The baker wants his money back from a man who is past paying. Nobody in this town is respectable and nobody is a villain. The dead owed everybody money, kept three women in black, danced until his shoes gave out. The living show up anyway — one by one, hats in hand, already tapping. Ten songs, one small town, and a band that only knows how to make people happy at exactly the wrong moment. Music made with AI tools from human ideas.

Human ideas and creative direction: Neuro Gramophone Music and visual production: AI-assisted