In the summertime Mount Everest becomes this whole other experience. Recording music requires spending hours and hours locked in my hot office, gradually shedding clothing as I perspire, and losing my bodily sense of self to a act of creative will. I haven't done Bikram Yoga in some eight or nine years, but in my memory it was much the same as getting through a summertime writing session (I'm sure my yogi listeners will disagree, as it is an incredible notion that my office could possibly be as hot as that). My window must stay shut much of the time to keep out noises and distractions, and so I sweat. This song is drenched in sweat. This week I focused on the guitar and gave the vocal space to breathe. I let the bass ring out in long hot notes, and left the back third of the song to extended instrumental exposition. This song is more about texture than anything else. It is the thick, hot soup of the room in which it was recorded. Enjoy.
lyrics
Stare out a dirty window
Can't see the place you live in
The sidewalk's growing over
The city is a garden
Rain down rain down
And we will soak into the ground
If that's the best we've got
Backfire engine smoking
Full moon looks like an orphan
Rain down rain down
And we will soak into the ground
If that's the best we've got