I can hardly believe that it's May of 2015. May of 2015 has long loomed over me for a couple of reasons. I imagine that I'll address each of them on this website in the coming weeks, but to give you a preview, I'm currently swimming in an existential soup because this month I'll turn 30, and also receive my Master's degree. My 30th birthday (sometime next week, I'm sort of too busy to keep track of it) doesn't feel like an accomplishment, so much as a benchmark of which I must take serious note. The notion of my soon-to-be newly minted master's degree, on the other hand, really knocks my socks off. The last two years have flown by, and thanks to the catalyst of coming to New York to pursue my degree, literally every aspect of my life has been transformed. It has been an arduous couple of years in many ways, but also a tremendously optimistic time for me. Wrapping it up feels strange, like I'll need to find a new reason to struggle (I'm sure that as I face the job market I'll find one). This song is a collection of sentiments having to do with all of this stuff. I can't really explain what it says, but here it is nonetheless.
Also, I'm pretty sure I ripped off a couple of my old songs with this one. It has been happening more and more lately; a natural function of doing this week after week. I prefer to think of it as a conceptual re-appropriation -- here are some old ideas set in new colors.
lyrics
I think I'm leaving tracks
And I got days to wait
And in the stacks and stacks
I stumble and it's getting late
And there's a bright red wall
You know I gotta get around
And it don't matter how I do it
Beating cracks in every door I've found
And everyone knows
When you're out in the rain
You get trampled upon
And you see it come
And everyone feels
When they're out in the storm
It'll never let up
But then it does
I got a good good plan
You see it's something like this
I'm gonna chase the light
'Till morning catches up with me
And slip into the mist
And it's a good good year
For letting trouble slip away
For letting go of all the little things
I used to let get in the way
And everyone knows
When you're out in the rain
You get trampled upon
And you see it come
And everyone feels
When they're out in the storm
It'll never let up
But it always does