Where exactly do we begin with an artist as irreverent as Sarantos? Is he a modern day Andy Kaufman, or is he as serious as a heart attack? Funny enough, comedian is one of the few distinctions that Sarantos holds. It’s legitimately hard to tell if Sarantos is a genius or a madman, but we all know the fine line that exists there. For now, we have one of the most audacious subjects that this writer has ever covered, which is certainly a landmark statement.
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The newest offering from Sarantos, is “I Never Catch The Train.” One of the strangest things that Sarantos has gone on record as declaring, is that until the day he dies, he will release a new song/lyric video on the first week of every month. He then goes onto add that he will release a music video the third week of every month, followed by an uncut version of the music video, and poem on the fourth week. The fact that Sarantos is capable of not only composing and producing 52 songs a year, but also recording them, is borderline incomprehensible. This is where you start to wonder if Sarantos’ music is merely an addendum to the profile he intends to build.
Sarantos wears many different hats, and much of his work seems rooted in altruism and charity. He has hinted at life experiences that have given him struggles with anxiety and possibly even depression. Part of the theme on “I Never Catch The Train” is Sarantos inadvertent antisocial behavior, and his intentions to overcome that. Symbolically, the track is about feeling left out, and never being in the right place at the right time. Sarantos is decidedly deep when he chooses to be, and gives his music and “I Never Catch The Train,” in particular, a salvageable quality.
Once young and free/smiled til it hurt/danced like a fool/was such a nerd/such a nerd. Reading between the lines, no pun intended, you start to get the impression that Sarantos is starved for acceptance. There is a sense of longing that permeates “I Never Catch The Train.” The title itself is effective in capturing the dread that results in cyclical disappointment. There is of course a self pitying element to this type of subject matter, but such tendencies are ubiquitous.
Sarantos is an artist best consumed in his entirey. To give him a fair shake, you need to know as much as possible about him, and his assorted projects. Most will find more value in his message than his actual music, though he does show bright spots in this regard, particularly from a vocal standpoint. This is a media piece with an agenda, but a positive one. Maybe if Sarantos wakes up just a bit earlier, the next train won’t elude him.
Rachel Townsend