Week 361 // A Change in the Wind

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And here you are
Your hand in my coat pocket
Warm in there

The stillness and the color
Wrap around you
You carry it

There’s been a change in the wind

When autumn calls
Be brave enough to answer
Make eye contact

When winter swirls
Seek solace in my pocket
It’s warm in there

There’s been a change in the wind

Notes
Quite accidentally, I carried last week’s theme of the wind into this week’s entry. The autumn transition is among the best represented subjects in my songs, and the wind is ever its herald. I couldn’t help it.

Autumn is my favorite time of year. But while it can often be an optimistic transition, the fall also carries a hint of foreboding crackling around its edges. That foreboding is often a portent of challenges, trials, and changes. It can be natural this time of year to feel the change in the wind as a warning to brace oneself. I have written before of the value of partnership when facing the cold. This song speaks once again to that sentiment.

I think I should whistle more often. Truthfully, I whistle all the time, everywhere I go. I am unselfconscious about it in public. People look at me like a crazy person. I think that says more about them than it says about me. Still, I almost never record it. I think I could count on less than one hand the number of Everest tracks that make use of my whistle. I think I will work on changing that.

~M.E.

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Week 360 // Where the Wind Goes

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Let’s stay up late and talk about the past
There’s nothing wrong with looking back
And every time I feel the wind with you
I come to ponder where it goes

All my days
All my days
All my days with you

Let’s ride for hours along a distant road
There’s something shining up ahead
And everywhere I see the colors turn
I know we’re coming ’round again

All my days
All my days
All my days with you

Notes
I’m writing this post from a crowded back seat, traveling from Vermont back to New York City. I don’t mind being crammed in like sardines with my wife and close friends as we draw to close a weekend that was spiritually restorative, and luminous with love and friendship. We do this every year, so I was able to anticipate the feeling and sentiment in order to put it to song during the week leading up to the trip. This is a love song. Yes, it’s about my wife, but it is also about my closest friends, and the enduring power of sticking together.

~M.E.

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Week 359 // Feast Your Eyes

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Feast your eyes
It’s bright and new, I know
But It’s the way you’re made to see

See the light
It plays across the colors
In the space between the leaves

See all the different mountains you will climb
The heights to which you will be rising

See all the rivers twist across the earth
That you could chase to the horizon

And all the ways your life will change
And you will need to grow

But all that’s best in life is strange at first
This you should know

Know the glow of family
That will not fade
Wherever you may wander

Embrace the love of friends you’ll meet
And marvel as you make each other stronger

And all the ways your life will change
And you will need to grow

But all that’s best in life is strange at first
This you should know

Notes
On Friday, my dear brother and his wife welcomed their second son, Charlie, into the world. I haven’t met him yet, but he’s a very important person to me. As I did for his older brother, I have decided to welcome Charlie to planet Earth with a song written just for him.

The avuncular thing to do is to offer whatever advice about the world I can muster, in hopes that one day Charlie might regard the sentiment with some appreciation for this earnest selection from my modest accumulated wisdom. Here is my advice:

Charlie, get used to the idea that all the best things about being alive seem a little strange at first. If life is weirding you out, something amazing might be happening. Take being born for example. You were probably alright with how things were going up until last Friday, and all of a sudden some blinding light was forcing you to abandon the only world you had ever known. That light was weird. All of those sounds were loud and weird. Some of those people seemed pretty weird! But that’s ok, because you’re just getting to know planet Earth, and what earthlings like to do, and what a big brother is, and how often to sleep and poop. It’ll make sense later, I swear. Trust me, I’ve been through it too.

That’s it for now. I’ll offer you a lot more advice over the years (even if you don’t want it), and before you know it, you’ll be giving me advice, because we’re family and that’s what family does.

Welcome to Earth!

Love,
Uncle Jesse

P.S. Your Aunt Becca recorded some beautiful harmonies for this song, but a big computer malfunction at a very late hour forced me to post an earlier version without her contribution. I hope we can fix it so you can hear the complete version before too long!

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Week 358 // To Still the Storm

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Oh to stand on the shore
To glimpse the endless sea
Behold the vastness with you
To still the storm in us

Let’s run away
Let’s run away
Let’s run away

Come run away
Come run away
Come run away

Notes
If I’m being totally honest, I wish that I had been a bit more patient with this song. I really like the lilting guitar, and the searching harmonies. I like the sense of space. I think this song probably deserved to have at least another verse and chorus, and probably a bridge for good measure. Perhaps it might have had a deep and fuzzy organ to hold down the bass. Another layer of guitar could have harmonized with the lead late in the song to provide a sense of uplift. I can imagine more, but I didn’t take it there. Still, there is something so nice about this truncated version. It identifies a sense of lament, and offers a bit of hope. I think it comes across.

~M.E.

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Week 357 // Countdown (10)

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Oh the moon
Shattered overhead
The end is nigh
The horizon turning red

What will you do?
What will you do?
What are you gonna do tomorrow?

Oh the sun
Swallowed from the sky
Forever
And nobody is asking why

But what do you wanna do?
What do you feel like doing?
Hey what are you up to tomorrow?

Notes
It used to be that I couldn’t go a couple of months without writing something about the end of the world. Artistically preoccupied with the apocalypse though I may be, it has been a little while since I put one of these together. Reflecting on a recurring theme, I feel a twinge of regret that I haven’t named my end-of-all-things tracks as a series, like have have done with my “River Songs” — I’m up to four of those, for those of you keeping track at home. Today I rectify that error. Henceforth, songs such as this will be titled “Countdown”. I’m starting at ten and working backwards until I reach zero. Let’s find out if I can squeeze in the entire count before our intrepid regime picks a fight with the wrong hombres, and wipes the whole map clean. Only time will tell.

Some of my previous songs about this topic described the almost religious wonder with which humanity would surely meet its end. This song supposes an alternate collective reaction. In this vision of our end, we are distracted and docile beyond even recognizing what is happening to us. Which fate awaits us? Once more, only time will tell.

~M.E.

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Week 356 // Stupid Questions

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If you could be somebody else
Who would you be?

If you could be somebody new
What would you be like?

Would you be smarter than you?
Would you counter all of the worst things that you do?

Would you be stronger than you?

If you could think somebody’s thoughts
Who would you think like?

If you could stop all of the noise
What would it sound like?

Would you be better than you?
Would you alter all of the weak things that you do?

Would you be stronger than you?

Notes
It is hard not to compare ourselves to other people. Is that person smarter than me? Are they happier than I am? Do they make more money than I do? Would they more easily overcome the challenges I have faced? Would I have been better off if I was in their shoes? Is that person better than me? Stronger than me?

It is harder than ever to keep our thoughts from wondering down the path of self-comparison, because everyone else we know is curating an intricate, and oftentimes fictional narrative about their lives in a public setting for all to see. We consume each other’s successes and accolades like commodities. We tend to leave out the dark stuff, and when we fail to leave it out, it makes people uncomfortable. So we go on asking the questions.

This song indulges the questions. In a corrective gesture, the song title names them as what they are. Of course we can only ever be ourselves. We can be better or worse versions of ourselves, but we will never live another’s life, dream another’s dreams, or think another’s thoughts. These are stupid questions.

~M.E.

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Week 355 // In a Little While

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Someday soon
We’ll be old enough
To tell right from wrong

And in a little while
We’ll be tough enough
To rule the world
All by ourselves

A long time from now
We’ll have strength enough
To say when we’re weak

A thousand years from now
We’ll be kind enough
To rule ourselves
All by ourselves

Notes
This song speaks to the concept that the civilization created by people is an institution that has yet to mature. We talk about being advanced all the time, as if the rapid pace of technological innovation were the best indication of our species’ amazing progress. It isn’t. For all of our scientific wizardry, the same basic problems irk us today that have done so for all of human recollection. Those problems can most succinctly be described as variations on our basic instinct to treat anybody sufficiently different from ourselves like shit. Our civilization is in its infancy, and will remain there until we collectively adjust to the notion that we have to share space with each other.

~M.E.

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Week 354 // Face Home

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All the dark cracks in the Earth
All the little life in the cracks
All the little eyes
Blinking as they’re looking back

As you hold my hand
Remind me sweetly
Eyes to the front
Face home, my love
There’s always a way back home
Oh my love
There’s always a way back home

You could be my late night ride
You could clear the stones from the road
And I will carry them
Any place we need them to go

At the edge of day
Remind me darling
Feet on the ground
Face home, my love
There’s always a way back home
Oh my love
There’s always a way back home
Oh my love
There’s always a way back home
Oh my love
There’s always a way back home

Notes
This week’s entry is a love song about gratitude. There are so many kinds of love songs. There is the fire and excitement of new love. There is the longing and desperation of lost love. There is the nervous anticipation of love yet to be. I have written all of these songs over the years. Lately I find my love songs falling into a different category. Lately I write about the gratitude and safety found only in sustained love. My love is growing up, and that’s the right place to be a couple of years into my marriage. People don’t typically write top-forty hits about this kind of love, but then again, I’ve never been accused of writing a top-forty hit. Thanks very much to Rebecca for continuing to find new ways to be my muse. She holds me up and faces me to the front when I need it. I love her very much indeed.

~M.E.

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Week 353 // Camera Obscura

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Today all my neighbors
Were gathered outside
And out on the fire escape
They looked to the sky
They looked to the sky
Behold the human race

Today my whole country
Beheld the same sight
They parked in the cornfields
They drove through the night
They drove through the night
Behold the human race
Behold the human race

Today in my city
My eyes in a box
I ponder the scale
And my context is lost
My context is lost
Behold the human race
Behold the human race
Behold the human race

Notes
Today, if you live in the same country as me, you probably tried to watch what they’re calling “The Great American Eclipse”. Some of you with great forethought tracked down a pair of sci-fi goggles of some kind or another that allowed you to gaze directly into the sun without cooking your fragile retinas. Others, like me, cobbled together home-made camera obscuras to behold the majestic shadow of the moon on the inside of a simple cardboard box. I can’t say what it was like peering through those darkened lenses at the heavens as they transformed, but I can report that the view was just fine from the cheap seats. It was difficult to angle my phone camera into the viewport of my contraption, but I will attest that the simple photograph I present with this song does not do my experience justice.

While the eclipse itself was certainly a marvel that this generation will cherish into its longest memory, I was particularly struck by the uniquely human behavior uniting those who sought to behold the spectacle. This song isn’t about the celestial event itself, so much as the electric enthusiasm that took root in communities across the land. Life will stumble along after this brief reprieve, but I found it a great relief to take a collective breath, and to let the clockwork of gravity and light dazzle us for a short time. Thank you for joining in.

~M.E.

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Week 352 // Sift

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Gold in the sand of a river bed
Lord I need it so bad I’m losing sleep
When I sift the grains all I find is lead
And I’d leave the gold if it were up to me

I’ve got this
I’ll take it from here

Hand to my heart I’ve got it made
I forget my fortune when I’m losing sleep
I forget the order of the plans we’ve made
And we’d hit the road if it were up to me

We’ve got this
We’ll take it from here

Notes
I didn’t have the courage to write about Charlottesville in this week’s song. I thought about it a lot, but if I’m going to write about that, I will need more time. The reinvigoration of white supremacists operating in the open is the most grotesque expression of our American national identity, and it is a larger subject than I had the power to adequately address here today. Instead I wrote something personal and unrelated. I like this song, but I’m unsatisfied by my reluctance to confront the moment we’re living through. I will circle back to this later.

This is a song about letting yourself rely on somebody. I’m in a marriage, so its a topic I think about a lot. I focused on the sweet interplay of guitars, and I think the vocal performance has the right lilt and sway. Listen to this, and think about working together with somebody good.

~M.E.

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