Deep Time Goes on a Ghostly Holiday in "Gold Rush"
As the resident goth expert I am required to morbidly obsess about death for a certain number of hours a year in order to maintain my license. Luckily, Austin's Deep Time has come through with a new video directed by Cassandra Hamilton that explores the afterlife in such a wonderful, darkly humorous way that it fulfills all my credits for the year and is fun as hell to boot.
We start in a brightly lit graveyard where two shades, hilariously represented by a man in a woman in cheap sheets, decide to get up and have themselves a weekend. It's not really organist Jennifer Moore and drummer Adam Jones under the sheets, but don't let that distract you.
The duo of the dead skip lightly through the graveyard, making their way down to the beach where they fly kites, play volleyball, and just in general have a good time. Though you'd think the whole thing, folks in sheets, might be a bit hokey-looking, there's actually something very sincerely hopeful and honest about the whole thing. The very ridiculousness of it gives it weight.
"You know that scene in Dead Alive when the dude is trying to hide the fact that he has all these zombies in his basement and when he serves them all dinner he insists that they be polite and use the proper dining etiquette?" says Hamilton via email.
"I loved that. I wanted to come up with a concept for Deep Time that could be morbidly funny, something simple and light but weird and dark. So when I was toying around with different ideas, the image of ghosts freeing themselves from a graveyard to have a beach day just seemed like the perfect amalgamation."
I'm tempted to look deeper into the video searching for a hidden darker meaning because, you know, spooky kid. For instance, it's very telling that the video ends not with the shades returning to their rightful rest in the boneyard, but by cavorting out into the waves.
While the setting sun shines into the eyes of the audience our fun loving couple, who for all we know were escaping an eternity of painful perdition, seek the roiling chaos of the sea...
Of course, then you'd have to come up with some sort of John Milton-y meaningful metaphor for what the hell ghostly skateboarding represents. Excessive radicalness? A punishment for drawing worship away from the Lord with displays of bodacious shredding?
Nah, the answer is much more likely that the dead just want to hit the skate park, and how they managed to do it without the actors ending up dead themselves I have no idea.