Week 22 // Future Is A Loaded Word

by Mount Everest

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When I was a kid, “future” was a loaded word. The concept was vague and exciting. Years like 2011 seemed impossibly far away, and they were filled with wonders that I could not yet imagine. To my developing imagination, this meant that the world would look exactly the same, except that every house would be covered in chrome, little kids would all have their own jet-packs, and there would be a McDonald’s restaurant on the moon. Perhaps these particular wonders still await us, but I was absolutely right that the future was far beyond the reach of my imagination. As a young boy I never would have imagined wi-fi, hybrid vehicles, global recession, iPhones, Glenn Beck, Twitter, Segways, 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, and a litany of other wonders and horrors as long as your arm. When I think back to the simple way that I once envisioned the future, I can’t help but mourn the loss of the future that I once believed would happen. We are living in a very futuristic time. But it is simultaneously shimmering and bleak. I chose to believe that it will not always be that way. Perhaps that is the last molecule of my childlike optimism holding on for dear life, and begging me to hope for an idealistic future.

Nick Mastors is back this week playing guitars and concocting beats. It was a pleasure working with him, as always. As for me: I got to play a bit of bass, guitar, and banjo. Watch out for the mellow epilogue at the end of the song. It is probably my favorite part.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
~Jesse

lyrics

Lyrics:

What are we to do now?
Perhaps tomorrow came too soon
Perhaps the future was immune
To all the girls and boys
In little rockets to the moon

What are we to do now
With all the pieces on the board
And all the actions we abhorred?
Useless is the concept
there were paths that we ignored

And ain’t it just like the future?
And is it just like you thought
When you were a little child?
Pitch a fit and you wait a while
Guessing this is the best we got

And now that it’s coming to you
Ain’t it strange the way it starts
Not a burst to fill your heart
But a simpler kind of art

And everyone’s so careful
As the cracks begin to spread
And there’s someone on the line
Carrying a signal with our faces in the sky
And it starts

And ain’t it just like the future?
And is it just like you thought
When you were a little child?
Pitch a fit and you wait a while
Guessing this is the best we got

And now that it’s coming to you
Ain’t it strange the way it starts
Not a burst to fill your heart
But a simpler kind of art

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released April 18, 2011
Nick Mastors
Jesse Mitchell Lindsey

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I’ve been making up a new song every week since 2010.
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