And all the ways we give our thoughts away
And I suppose it ain’t nothing wrong
If you could make your point either way
Is that the trouble with getting on?
The human part that you can never break
That from a shrug to a sad song
There’s certain things that you can never say
And I’m wondering maybe
If there’s a wire or a wave that we’re steady on
And it’s driving us crazy
And on the other side of the breach
A place that you ain’t sure you wanna go
But just the sheer fact you can’t reach…
What’s over there?
By God, you’ve got to know
And you’re dying
Just maybe there’s a wire or a wave
That you’re steady on
And the truth that you gave me
Is just part of a truth we’re all getting wrong
And an idea worth saving
Is just doomed by the page
That it’s written on
And it’s driving us crazy
Thanks for the deceit
And thanks for the honesty
And thanks for the disease
And pray for the remedy
And thank you for the chaos
‘Cause it burns in my memory
And thank you for your kindness
And even your hostility
And we’re dreaming
That maybe there’s a wire or a wave
That we’re steady on
And it’s driving us crazy
There ain’t a kiss or a bomb we can write upon
And a notion worth saving’s
Just as swift as a thought
And it’s up and gone
And it’s driving me crazy
Milestone! Today marks the third anniversary of Mount Everest and I am excited! This year, I think I’ve come up with some of my most memorable tunes, and I have had a lot of help. Alex Selby, Brooklyn Fraser, Miguel Williams, and Tamarinda Figueroa all participated in awesome collaborations, not to mention Everest’s biggest collaboration yet which included Nick, Tama, Brenna, Miguel, Alex, Julia, Rob, Dave, Ben, Celia, Joseph, Holly, Clio, and Becca. Thank you so much to my collaborators for helping make this site possible. Also, there is no way to express my gratitude to my friends and family for the support they’ve given me, particularly my parents who really do believe in this project, and have from the start! If I’ve left out any collaborators, or significant contributors, I apologize. A year is a long time, and I always find myself scratching my head trying to make sure I’ve remembered everyone. The point is that if you’ve been to this site and listened to even a single song, I am eternally grateful to you. In celebration of that gratitude, I’m putting up a big collection of songs for FREE DOWNLOAD! Yes! It’s called From a Hug to an Atom Bomb, and it collects all of year-three’s “best of” songs which were determined scientifically by me. Enjoy it and share it with your friends. It looks like this (click the artwork to download):
This week’s song is a direct follow-up to last week’s (and astute listeners might notice that last week’s refrain, and this week’s first verse are musically identical — except this one is made of robots). If you remember, last week I meditated upon the unavoidable isolation of individual human beings, and the lengths that we go to in attempting to express ourselves. A particular passage in last week’s notes struck me as getting the point across better than the song itself, so I’ll repeat it here: “No matter how intimate the relationships we cultivate, our minds are our own, and any attempt at communication is a mediated struggle against the barrier of our individuality. Every human endeavor from a hug to an atom bomb somehow reflects this reality.” That last part became the jumping-off point for this song. The word at play is solipsism. Think about it as the opposite of telepathy. Each mind is a closed environment. Nothing gets in or out without first being somehow mediated.
I really wanted to get at the inadequacy of our modes of transmission. We’re always looking for better ones, as if wires and radio waves can somehow bring one mind any closer to another. Ultimately it is a struggle for immortality. If we can somehow get the ideas out of our heads, and accurately reproduce them someplace, then we’ll never really die. Tell a friend? What if they don’t understand? Write it down? What if there’s a fire? Blog about it? Not even close. This song looks at the entire breadth of human expression and bemoans it’s inadequacy. A hug can’t say it, and a bomb can’t say it. But hugs and bombs can say quite a lot, even if they can’t say everything. That’s pretty huge when you consider what it means people can mean to one another. Most of this song takes the perspective that this solipsistic nature of mankind is “driving us crazy,” (maybe it’s the reason for so many bombs…) but there is a tiny moment of conversion at the very end. After all, I can really only know for sure if it’s driving “me” crazy. Maybe somebody out there is at peace with these concepts, and they’re just trying to find the right way to tell us what they know, in a way that we’ll understand. Tricky stuff.
Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.
This sub-project is on hold for this week. It made more sense to me to attempt a classic tricked out Everest song for the third anniversary.
I’m working through my arsenal of instruments, featuring only one per week until I’ve written a song on each one. After that, it’s back to business as usual. Feel free to prolong this project by buying me more instruments.
melodica, banjo, tenor ukelele, guitalele, nylon stringed acoustic guitar, steel stringed acoustic guitar, mandolin, electric guitar, electric bass, synthesizer, and human voice.