The response I received last week for Mount Everest's five year anniversary was pretty overwhelming. While traffic was way up on my site, and I received some great feedback, the most touching gesture was a fifteen track cover album of my closest friends' favorite Mount Everest songs, lovingly performed by them. I was absolutely dumbfounded by the care, talent, and friendship that went into the recordings, which I hope to share with you, my dear listeners, in the near future. I felt wonderfully disembodied as I listened to song after song. It was a catalogue of my memories, filtered through my closest friends. I have often wondered what becomes of these songs after I record them. Do they fade away, or do people revisit them? For whom is any given track a fond memory, and what does that memory mean to those people? What does it mean when we share that memory? What does it mean when my memories reside outside of myself, in some of you? What, really, is a memory? These are some of the the questions and ideas that I'm playing around with here. I wrote this song in gratitude.
lyrics
Oh your faintest insight
Oh our bravest summer
If you can't remember
Oh the constellations
Oh the misspent winter
Oh the endless clatter
God if you remember