This week I’m excited to welcome special guest backup vocalist, Rebecca Horton, who did a lovely job helping me fill out the backing melody that constitutes the core of this song! She rocks!

This is one of my periodic attempts at something large and sweeping, both sonically and thematically. I figured with the new semester almost upon me, this is the time to do something like that, before I’m face deep in media theory, and free time is nothing but a distant memory. I’m writing about the future, and our tendency to think about it in the context of the past, which might be all wrong. I was recently watching the new film “Her” by Spike Jonze, and a line of dialogue struck me, that “the past is just a story that we tell ourselves,” or something to that effect. Not only does this suggest that the past isn’t real -- somehow made up, unreliable, or false -- but as a reference to the past it is an unavoidable allusion to the nature of our future, which is somehow just as illusive. If the past is a story we tell ourselves, then the future is a story we haven’t read yet, and as a function of this concept, I think we sometimes have a tendency to get mired in the future as the location of the end of our story. But for all we know, we’ve yet to even meet the principle characters. This song is about all of the people we haven’t met yet, right down to the generations yet to be born. It’s an optimistic song, because sometimes you need one.