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.
Just look, it’s getting later
And the light fades on my street
Strange how who once were strangers
Ain’t no more the day they meet
And I been thinking backwards
About this century
This ain’t the end of nothing
Ain’t no such thing as history
And they, they could be the best of us
Like there’s any doubt that’s what they’ll be
And we, we can make the best of this
We can be like monoliths that bleed
What if we’re on to something?
So much for entropy
And the forces working against us
Don’t amount to anything
Awoke some blinding morning
Catch my breath and count to three
And there’s a concept forming
A little spark that you can see