Week 52 // How I Learned To Love My Mistake (Out For Blood)


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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Every single night
Feeling restless
I been eager to turn the tide
Truly petrified
Perhaps anesthetized to the way I’ve been
No interest in my time
I longed to change the stakes
So cruel in my young age
I dreamed of dulcet days un-mired in malaise
It’s how I came to love
It’s how I learned to love
It’s how I learned to love and live with my mistake

Dreaming of life
That shit’ll get to you

It’s relentless
Lord it’s endless
It’s out for blood
And it cares for you
It can tear through you
It’s out for blood
You can see through it
You believe in it
It’s in your blood
And it’s after you
It’s all that you can do
You’re out for blood

And in your horoscope
You probably read about the ways
To justify the way you felt so strange
And learned to cope
And what an awful joke
But one to take to heart
So plain the way it spoke
And I was sitting there
Just thinking about the past
And the important ways it up and changed and couldn’t last
I really shouldn’t laugh

And who would have thought it ended up this way?
And who would have told you? You’d have turned away

It’s relentless
Lord it’s endless
It’s out for blood
And it cares for you
It can tear through you
It’s out for blood
You can see through it
You believe in it
It’s in your blood
And it’s after you
It’s all that you can do
You’re out for blood

Reflections on a year of new music:

 width= I listen to these songs more than anybody. I listen to them far more than any musician will admit he listens to his own work. Sometimes I think I’m merely writing the songs that I want to hear just in case nobody else writes them. As I’ve gotten closer to today I have been listening to them more and more. I think I’ve been listening for something, but I’m not sure what it is. When I think about this project I feel tremendously overwhelmed. It only takes a cursory listen to these songs to understand that I am a man of much emotional conflict. I have worn my heart on my sleeve throughout the last year not because that is what a project of this magnitude demands, but because the circumstances of my heart have demanded that I attempt a project of such magnitude.

These songs are how I mark the time, and time is what this week’s song is all about. Before I decided to write a song every week, I admit I was truly lost. I had no anchor to speak of. I had no way of measuring and appreciating the moments of my life, and therefore I did not feel the urgency to fill them with experiences that might define me. As a result I lived my life carelessly, uninterested in my future or in the people that might populate it. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism. Perhaps if I looked forward to nothing and attempted little of consequence, I wouldn’t disappoint myself or others in the event of failure. What a disappointment I became! What a pathetic way to spend time! What a mistake! But I love that mistake, because it was the mistake that lead to desperation, and desperation lead me to try something I was immediately afraid to do.

I was terrified on the night that I decided I would do this project. Every bit of me screamed “but you could fail!” And every bit of me screamed in retaliation “If that’s what matters to you, you already have failed!” And I think that was the day that I finally grew up. This project has been a narrative of self discovery, and it isn’t over yet. I haven’t yet become the best person that I can be, and since that is such a lofty and unattainable goal I think I will be marking time in this way into the foreseeable future. It is important to mark the time; to take stock. Time is out to get us. It’s out for blood, so we must be equally tenacious. That is the lesson that I have learned.

To be candid, I am awash with emotion today, and among the most overwhelming is certainly gratitude. I feel such immense gratitude toward those who have helped and those who have listened. I know that I haven’t won an award, or cured a major disease, but I would love to run through a list of people who I wish to thank. However, I am not going to do that. The list is too long to write, and I would be terrified to leave somebody off of it. To those that belong on the list: I would like to think that I have told most of you personally how something you have done has enabled me to inhabit this project. I think you know who you are. Specifically I would love to thank my parents who have given me the most precious gift I have ever received which has been their love and understanding.

Finally, many people have asked me “what are you going to do when you reach a year and your project is over?” To these people I reply as kindly as I can with a blank stare and utter bewilderment. To clarify one final time: nothing is over. I haven’t finished a thing.

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

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Week 51 // Keep Your Chin Up


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I’m shaking in my boots
Lord I gotta do better
All I’m thinking’s really what’s the use
In talking work and the weather
And trying to seem cool
In a cable knit sweater?
She’s gonna dig it or she’ll cut me loose
What did I say that upset her?

You keep your chin up kid
You let them know that you’re a winner
You gotta tell it like it is
You gotta earn it like a sinner
You gotta earn it with your heart
You’re not a beginner, no
And when you feel it like you feel your art
That’s when you know you’re gonna win her

It’s time to ante up
Time to ante up
Time to ante up
Time to ante up
Time to move

I love the things that you say
The impossible way that you move
I even dig the way you push away
I gotta say I’ve got a lot to lose
And if there’s any chance that you’ll stay
I’ve got a lot I wanna say to you

It’s time to ante up
Time to ante up
Time to ante up
Time to ante up
Time to move

Notes
 width= This week we’ve got a hip little number about not feeling cool in front of somebody who you would really like to believe that you are cool. It has happened to me a million times in my life, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was true for just about everybody. You stand there in front of this amazing unknown entity and you stammer and look at your shoes. You smile and make small talk, and all the while you are berating yourself inside of your head. This song is a pep-talk. This song is searching for the natural badass inside of all of us. It is searching for the person inside who is not concerned; who knows what he wants and how to get it. It is a song about attraction and the loops that it makes us do in our heads, and the pressure that it convinces people to put on themselves. I have a feeling you will get it.

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

P.S. Be back in ONE WEEK for Mount Everest’s First Birthday Spectacular! One year of new music every week! Woohoo!

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Week 49 // A Ukulele Tune (Maybe You Can Help Me Finish It)


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Jupitier Johnson
Montana Gura
Tilly Clemons
Krishna’s Drama Class
Joanna Vinton
Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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A word is all
A word is always
A word is always there to forget
La foi est toujours la a oublier
A souvenir is not your friend
A trinket does not fill a bed
Lift caked palms to words unsaid

The truth lies in
The truth lies inside
The truth lies inside what we forget
Ne jamais oublie la verite
On clouded hills that sting your eyes
The summit winds and hard goodbyes
Your truths will change when the crow flies

The world is all
The world is always
The world is all
The world is always
Relive your life on the outside…

Notes
 width= This week I turn over Mount Everest to The Jiminy Crickets, which means that joining me on this track is the amazing Joanna Vinton. We collaborated a couple of months back on some cover tunes as a wedding present for our friends (maybe if you are all good I’ll post them as bonus tracks sometime soon), and I’ve been hoping to get her on this website ever since. I sent her a little ukulele tune last weekend and she ran with it, marking this website’s first cross-continental collaboration. She even got some way cool San Franciscan kids involved. Since she is the author of this week’s lyrics, here is what she has to say about this song:

The silent words on the final chorus are ‘the world is always there to explore’. Despite the hardened realities we create for ourselves, the truth is that the pain is of our own creation. I daily urge myself to deconstruct any barriers I have created for myself, especially in my own creative realm. Children help. Children always help. Explore with your child eyes, friends.

So there you have it!

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

P.S.
Mount Everest has a brand new Facebook page! Please go to it by clicking on this link. When you get there please hit “Like” because then everyone will know all about this whole thing and year two (just around the corner!) will be heard by dillions of real actual humans!

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Week 48 // Stungun Fighter


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I count my steps and turn around
Hovering by my hip, feet on the ground

And I say now life’s a funny thing
The way it pulls you up instead of settling

It’s fingers and toes and sinew and bones
Just physical things and nothing I know

And every dream mistaken for life
It gets in your heart and you keep it alive

Looking around I’m looking for you
My feet on the ground and I’m getting a clue

Open up you’re talking to me
I’m looking at you, you’re looking through me

Concentrating on livin it tough
I’m never content, It’s never enough

Fearless me, I’m conjuring ways
To live in the dark and dream in the day

Notes
 width= Stungun Fighter is a kind of song that I’ve long told collaborators that I wouldn’t be involved in writing. I’ve always said that I didn’t want to write those songs that are principally a single section repeated over and over again with incremental changes each time. It isn’t that I dislike those kinds of songs, it’s just that I find them hard to write without getting bored. So here I am having written the song I said I would never write. The good news is that I didn’t get bored writing it. I sincerely hope that means that you will not be bored listening to it. The tune is a bit dark. It deals in concepts of internal conflict, and external ennui. It is the sort of song that I write in order to avoid feeling certain ways, rather than the kind of song that I write in order to vent an overwhelming emotion. That may seem a bit hypocritical from the guy who wrote “The less you feel, the less you know, the less you know, the worse you’re gonna feel.” But what can I say? I’m not always great at taking my own advice. But writing this song was really less about avoiding an emotion and more about expediting one. When I feel these things creeping in at the edges I use a song like this to feel them as quickly and as deeply as possible so I can get on with things. It’s like a stungun to the abdomen. It’s quick and dirty, but it isn’t going to kill you… and that’s a pretty funny thing to write before segueing into…

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

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Week 47 // The Great Big Black Abyss And The Molecule Inside It (Are In Love)


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
Miguel Williams
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Remember moving like you didn’t care
Remember trouble in the open air
Remember thinking you could break the rules
Remember lies like they’re a part of you
And I remember I was twenty-two
The day I turned away and none too soon
Remember giving like you’d never get
Remember living like you can’t forget

And I can’t find the words
And what’s at stake on the earth?
And sometimes living, it hurts
That’s just the way it works

But then sometimes you own the sin and carry it home
It’s in your blood and in your bones
And love, you’re not alone

I might have known it cirque ’92
With tiny hands and feet and stumbling art
That letting other people get to you
Isn’t any kind of way to start
And in the future lying next to you
And in the moment that I fall apart
There isn’t any other thing to do
But cirque ’92 would have a heart

And I can’t find the words
And what’s at stake on the earth?
And sometimes living, it hurts
That’s just the way it works

But then sometimes you own the sin and carry it home
It’s in your blood and in your bones
And love, you’re not alone

Notes
 width=Welcome to bass week on Mount Everest. Having been a bassist before I was any other sort of musician, I’m sort of surprised that I haven’t done this already. Aside from programmed drums and vocals you will hear nothing but bass guitar on this track, and you are going to hear a lot of them playing at the same time! It was an experimental track that somehow sounds (to my ear) more accessible than many of the more conventional songs that I have written. I was also lucky enough to be visited by the great Miguel Williams who lent his vocals to the choruses as well as a stunning outro harmony section that he conjured out of thin air. He is a true talent and a hell of a guy.

The song is about our changing perspectives and concepts of self. It isn’t quite as straight forward in it’s content as I have been in the past, but sometimes I like it that way. It is partially about being kinder as a child and reaching for that as an adult. It is also about embracing our faults and knowing that everybody else has them too. And yes, I’m cool with the fact that the title is confusing.

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

P.S. Congrats to Holly and Selby!

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Week 45 // Lovely Cynical Cyclical


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Everyone everyone everyone sees it
The way that we change who we are
With the change in the seasons

And each time we look at it, look at ourselves we believe it
What’s not to believe?
Not believing at least would be treasonous

The truth’s at the end of the road
And everyone feels it but nobody knows
And everyone’s guarding it ever so close

Maybe I maybe I maybe I dreamed it
The day we all shed our own skin
To reveal what’s beneath it

And maybe we’re crushing ourselves by the weight of our secrets
And maybe it’s time to be time to be
Time to believe in us

The truth’s at the end of the road
And everyone feels it but nobody knows
And everyone’s guarding it ever so close

Notes
 width=We’ve got some colors popping out this week here in my native land! It is my favorite time of year because the change is so magnificent and it underscores the very essence of our human condition which includes (but is not limited to) our inextricable link with the world around us. This link manifests itself in a curious way. In no small sense we become different people as the seasons progress. It is probably a reaction to the different demands that each season places on our every day lives, but in a real way our very likes, dislikes, moods, passions, interests, sociability, interactivity, and connectivity are subject to the whim of the season outside of our windows. This begs an important question: just who the hell are we really? That question is at the heart of this week’s song. Not all of the changes that come with each season are positive. Our cyclical selves are not created equal. It is totally normal to wake up in the middle of a season and realize that you are not very excited about yourself. It is conversely appropriate to find yourself on the seasonally best day of the year (whatever your preference may be; mine is right now) and realize you are exactly the person you want to be. It is this realization that we are so inconsistent that worries me. I want to strive to be consistent, but that would be a battle against our nature. I’d have to move someplace with no seasons (and no offense to those of you who live in places like that and love it) but that would completely suck. I’d rather battle my demons year in and year out and ask big questions of myself. I’d rather accuse myself of dishonesty, and every now and then feel like a disingenuous jerk. It’s not going to last anyway. That is the natural way of things. That is the change of the seasons.

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

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Week 44 // Burning Ways


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I awoke like
The sound of thunder
Bones in my blanket
Alone and wondering
If I’d be a good man
Like my father
I could be honest
This time next autumn

She could be there
Coming in on a wave oh
She’s got intent in her stare yeah
And her burning ways oh

I’m a volcano
Like molten rocks
And God was an artist
So all’s not lost
And I was a lover
Before this started
I was in love with
My broken heart

And there was a time
I been a coward and a stray yeah
I couldn’t look in her eyes no
I would have turned away yeah
But she’ll come with me
I’m gonna find her some day yes
She’s got intent in her stare oh
She’s got them burning ways

What you ain’t learned yet kid
You’re not the only one
You gotta give what you get oh
You gotta love the sun yeah
And she’ll come with you
Riding in like a wave
She’s intent to find you
She’s got burning ways

Notes
 width=Burning Ways is an uncharacteristically optimistic love song by a man who has not been in love for quite some time. There’s something about living in a new place that makes me feel like anything is possible. In this song I reflect on the attitudes that I’ve had about myself and about love. I discuss the ways that I’ve been, the ways that I feel now, and the ways that I want things to be. Essentially the point of the song is that in a new place, people have an opportunity to be the person they would like to be. Whatever baggage they have had doesn’t have to come with them. There are new people around every corner. The blissfully optimistic part of the song is that when you are pining away for some seemingly impossible love, there is somebody out there looking just as hard to find you. It’s not necessarily realistic, but it’s a nice thought, so I sang about it like it was the truth. Also, I believe that this song features some of my best moments on guitar. Cool!

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

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Week 42 // The Year Of The Restless Ones / What Happens Next?!

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Oh and there came a day
When I rode into the sunset
Is there any other way?
And oh while we’re young
Will we live for the truth?
Be the restless ones
Not to waste this youth
And on the first of the year
We’ll remember this morning
It started right here
‘Cause this was the day
Of no regrets on the run
And this was the year
Of the restless ones

And I’ve been like a child
Experience heightened and powers dull
Unready to deal with things like love
And forgiveness and what should be held above
Like what is the meaning of these years in a feeling of defeat?
And the healing of ascent in the fall
And I’m given enough
And What could happen next?
What could come after this?

Oh in an ordinary way
You can live locked inside yourself
Everyone can turn away
But as long as you live
You’ll be tethered to the ground
Better living in a restless world
Better loving to be found

Notes
On Friday I literally rode off into the sunset. It was awesome. I know I said I was moving a few weeks back (and even wrote a song about it), but a funny thing happened and I moved last friday instead. This song is about emerging in a new place and a new state of mind. It is about realizing that you are young and and how amazing that is. It is about recognizing how you’ve been less than you could have been and coming to the realization that there is no way to know what is coming next. It is about embracing restlessness because it is the very life’s blood of youth and of youth’s urgency and vitality. It is about starting something even when you don’t know what it is. It is about living in a moment that you know for a fact is a fixed point in your history that you will doubtlessly look back on with wonder. It is about perspective.

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

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Week 41 // Way Up In Elder Mountain


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Way up in Elder Mountain
You can remember who you are
You remember the sensation
Of your own beating heart

And way down on the coastline
In the early morning air
I resolve to my intention
To be laying myself bare

And I would love to know
What’s the balance of it all?
Of what we’re carrying inside

Like the part and not the whole
And the nature of us all
And the features that we hide

Take them all for a ride

I found a flower in my notebook
After I had reached my home
It had turned brown and dried all over
But its fragrance struck a note

And I remember one so guarded
Like a chip upon the soul
It’s no good to feel downhearted
Waiting around and getting old

And I would love to know
What’s the balance of it all?
Of what we’re carrying inside

Like the part and not the whole
And the nature of us all
And the features that we hide

And the chances that we take
On the people that we know
And the ones we leave behind

And the hours of the day
And the days that make a year
And the years that build a life

Take them all for a ride

Notes
 width=Last week I came home from a grand and sprawling adventure that took me to the most beautiful corners of New England. As always, trips like that wind up being fertile ground for self reflection. Traveling around New England, I am always struck by the power that the varying landscapes have over my state of mind. It is nearly as potent as the power that the people that I find there have over my sense of connection to humanity. This is a song about several places and several people, but mostly it is a song about taking your sense of self and your sense of others on the road. That is where the answers are, and more importantly it is where the questions are. I am certain that asking questions is more important than finding answers in life. Curiosity about people is what makes it interesting to live. That is why I drive around New England. It is full of such curious people.

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

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Week 40 // Hands And Feet Yeah


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
Artwork By:
Kate Stitham
Tamarinda Figueroa
Miguel Williams
Dave Roush
Jesse Lindsey
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The truth comes alive just for the sake of it
The cover is wide open, I’m over it
So good I’m alive to be a part of it
The river is wide, I know how to swim in it

Some people they got no beliefs
In the kindness of the people that they meet yeah
And on the Earth we got hands and feet
And we can use them and abuse them like we please yeah

The Earth is so wide open and dangerous
And on every side people get stranger
And they’ve got beauty inside just for the sake of it
And I am alive because I’m in love with it

Notes
 width=And here we are at week forty of an experiment that has brought me more personal growth and satisfaction than most other experiences in my adult life. I would be remiss not to mention the extreme feeling of gratitude that has come over me this week. I feel it toward family, friends, and strangers alike who have been so kind, open minded, and receptive to this project as I have worked on it for the better part of a year. I will save any more hubbub and self congratulations for week fifty-two which is fast approaching. For week forty I submit a tune about honesty, the nature of human kindness, the beauty inside strangers and friends, and the desire to learn to stay afloat in a perilous yet beautiful world. The artwork was the product of a gang coloring session with wonderful friends in a house on the Maine coast which become one of the latest stops on my friendship world tour that seems to have taken form out of the remaining weeks of summer. Thanks to those friends, and to all of you who have listened over the past many months. Please stick around!

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

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