Perchaude talks about helplessness. The situation that inspired the song comes straight out of a Hollywood movie, but it all happened in a very unglamour prison near Montreal, Qc.
Long story short, a prisoner was having an affair with his psychologist. Finding “love” or even just consensual sex in jail is next to impossible, so he was pretty delighted by the whole situation...until things went south.
This is where it gets weird. The psychologist was also in a relationship with a guard. The inmate learned that several months into their relationship. Of course, it made him panic big time, and for good reasons. He was well aware of how miserable his life would become if prison staff would learn about his involvement with the lady.
He decided he had to keep his distance, but the psychologist didn’t agree with that. She wanted to keep him in her caseload if you know what I mean. Since her reports are really important for his chances of being paroled and getting out in the free world someday, she had total power over him. She started to manipulate him to keep the affair going.
Now, that’s his version of the story. Is it the truth? I don’t know. Probably not all of it. I didn’t get to hear the other side of the story. If the whole thing can seem funny, I’m telling you it was pretty sad and pathetic to hear the guy out. You could really feel his deep feeling of helplessness. The feeling of having absolutely no control over his own destiny. I’m not sure if I felt empathy for the guy, but the hardship of his situation was so obvious, it inspired me. The grey background on the artwork reminds me of the drabness of canadian prisons.
Once again, the song was mixed by Mark Lawson (Arcade Fire, Timber Timbre, Beirut, Owen Pallett) at the studio he shares with Arcade Fire in Montreal. It was recorded in my home studio.