"Why We Met" is Annie Blackman's Father/Daughter debut, available on all streaming services now. The accompanying music video is directed by Annie's brother, William Blackman.
"William and I have been making all sorts of shorts together since high school. We had some time on our hands, homebound over the holidays, so we thought it’d be cool to do something a little more involved," explains Annie.
"We wanted to make a video that treated “Why We Met” like the score to a short film, rather than just a visual catering to a song. The ghost story we tell rides that line. While classic music video elements like singing to camera made their way into the project, thinking narrative first pushed us to try things we otherwise might have avoided," says William.
Watch the "Why We Met" music video here and stream "Why We Met" here.
Annie Blackman has been writing her way into and out of heartache since adolescence. The 22-year-old singer-songwriter from Montclair, New Jersey, makes droll yet stirringly vulnerable music to bridge the gap between the head and the heart and untangle what it means to want. A compulsive archivist, Blackman draws inspiration from her own diaries, schoolwork marginalia, and the hallowed grounds of the Notes App on her iPhone. Loving, liking, and longing inform Blackman’s lore. With measured vocals and hypnotic production, Blackman faithfully leads us through her world of faded dorm room furniture and pensive walks-home.
Blackman’s upcoming set of singles, to be released by Father/Daughter Records, chronicles her later college years, and subsequent foray into post-grad life. She has teamed up with friend and producer Evan Rasch (Skullcrusher, Runnner, Harvey Trisdale), who outfits the songs with plush slide guitar and shadowy ambiance to help realize her evolving vision. Blackman’s latest single, “Why We Met,” is a study in slow motion. As she watches the song’s subject nurse a beer, Blackman takes us inside her gaze, wading through a mundane moment of asymmetrical beauty. “You’re looking up and I’m looking at your neck/tilted back/Clock the curvature/the bottle starts to sweat,” she sings. “You’re scared of leaving/and I wonder why we met.” Despite lush, intently searching guitar, glowing through Blackman’s hazy lilt, the question of how to love aptly goes unanswered.
