Week 21 // Do The Best You Can

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Do the best you can

Ever get the feeling
If you shut your eyes
You’ll burst into flames?
And thinking of another way
You linger on what must stay the same

You’re sleeping in your boots
In case you’re leaving
In the dead of the night
You’re breathing in the dark
And thinking thoughts
About what’s wrong and what’s right
And that’s really what gets you

So you do the best you can

Way down in the earth
You’re taking shelter
Yeah you’re melting again
Down inside the rocks that squeeze you
Think of all the ways that you’ve been

You’ve been a night machine
You’ve been a killer
Yeah you’ve been a mirage
You’ve lived to please
You’ve lived to find your meaning buried deep in a cause

And that’s really what gets to you
When you know what you’ve got
And you wish you could show someone
Who could see who you are
Who could see through the walls you build

And that’s when you do the best you can

You’d run but you could get caught
You’d hide but you might get lost
You’d cry but you banish the thought
You’d love but you might get crushed
You’d run but you could get caught
You’d hide but you might get lost
You’d cry but you banish the thought

So you do the best you can

Notes
I am very pleased to present a new song called Do The Best You Can. This is a song about feeling hopeful despite feeling hopeless. It is a song about having no idea where you are or how you got there. It is about trying to understand something really big, and conceding that merely trying to understand is going to have to be good enough. It is about wanting to reach out to another human being, but being a little bit afraid to do so. It is about the desire to be understood. It is about staying the same even when you are trying to change. It is about trying to believe you are strong. It is about trying and trying and trying. It is about humans and love, and it’s probably a little bit about wondering what God is. It is mostly about being alive and how that is scary and wonderful. It is about doing the best you can!

I’ve been operating under the theory for the last couple of weeks that the less time I spend with a song, the better it will be in the long run. Of course there is a sweet spot for each song; a perfect amount of attention that it should receive. This song came fast, partially because I was busy and didn’t have as much time this weekend. I think it was fortuitous that I forced myself into a crunch and had to make rapid decisions. I like the decisions I made.

I have been falling in love all over again with my bass. As I am originally a bassist, it is strange that there are relatively few songs on this site that feature my bass guitar. My father pointed this fact out to me a few weeks ago, and I’ve been making a conscious effort to play it more ever since. I continued with the feel of last weeks song by stripping things down to bass and clean guitars. I’m sure my synth and folk instruments will return with a vengeance eventually, but for the time being, I am enjoying getting back to basics.

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

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Week 20 // Counting Colors and Covering Ground

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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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I woke up chasing my tail
Rethinking old thoughts and I looked around
I thought of counting all the colors we’d seen
Just to write them down

And I gotta say that the spring in New England’s
Got a powerful feeling
And I’m thinking I’ll be covering some ground

I woke up dreaming of a place I’d never seen before
I woke up thinking of piecing together a plan
That would better my score

And I got this feeling
If you pulled back the curtain
That everyone is nervous
And nobody is certain
If I had one wish it’d be to live one step further along
But that’s the easy way and God knows it’s wrong

And if it’s all been a lesson
I’m not sure I learned it
If it’s enough of a blessing
To know your own purpose
I’d live like I meant it
Yeah I’d live like I buried my worries
In a sturdy old box years ago

I woke up breathing life
In a house I knew many years ago
I caught my reflection
And the years were all there
They were telling me “go”

And I got to thinking
If I left here tomorrow
That a feeling would take me
It could carry me far
And if I had one wish it’d be to live one step further along
But that’s the easy way and God knows it’s wrong

And if it’s all been a lesson
I’m not sure I learned it
If it’s enough of a blessing
To know your own purpose
I’d live like I meant it
Yeah I’d live like I buried my worries
In a sturdy old box years ago

Notes
 width= I am extremely excited to celebrate twenty weeks of new music this Monday! I want to thank everyone who has listened to any of these songs. Thank you for giving me a reason to keep doing this. This project has meant a great deal to me, and with your support it will continue to grow and evolve in the weeks and months to come. Mount Everest: Weeks and Weeks is a six song EP featuring some of my favorite Mount Everest songs, including some great performances from Nick Mastors and Miguel Williams. It is available for free download until the 18th of April. Please enjoy it, and share it with everyone you know!

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Week 20: Counting Colors and Covering Ground is all about gearing up to make a big change. It is about the anticipation and trepidation that come with deciding to change ones life. It is about always thinking about the past or looking ahead to the future, and struggling to live in the moment. It is about how knowing your own purpose doesn’t mean much compared to working to fulfill it. It is about waking up and knowing what you have to do. It is mostly inspired by plans that have begun to percolate in my head (I’ve decided to move). It is also inspired by conversations that I have had with numerous friends recently. People my age seem to be in the midst of a critical time. All of my friends are making choices, making changes, and trying to look forward to the next step.

This song came about in a very organic way during one of the most enjoyable writing experiences that I have had. I wrote the bass and vocals in anticipation of Nick’s visit, and then he effortlessly came up with one of the nicest guitar parts that I have heard him play. The work was light and fun. The process was fluid and satisfying. It was really nice to work on something that, at its heart, was just a bass and a guitar. Each time we tried to squeeze in a synthesizer it just seemed like an intruder, so we kept this song simple, short and sweet.

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

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Week 19: Stories Of Our New Lives

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Are you in the world?
I’m buried in your old lives
I’m hidden from your new lives
I love you anyway
Whoever you may be
Well that’s different every day

And everyone I’ve met
Went off to live a new life
And the stories of their old lives
Were the preludes that I knew
And the histories of our new lives
Are revealed by very few

Tell me who you’ve been
And all the paths you’ve crossed
And all the love you’ve won
And everything you’ve lost
It’s everything you are
And everyone you’ll be
And everyone you’ve loved
And everything you see

And everything I thought
I knew them like my own
And I lost them and I froze them
And I lived some kind of life
And the peril in a friendship
That’s just falling out of sight

And the citizens of earth
They have stories they could tell you
And all the ones who knew you
They could benefit from yours
They could benefit from filling in the blanks
And opening the doors

All the things you might have been
And all you might have seen
My long lost friends

Tell me who you’ve been
And all the paths you’ve crossed
And all the love you’ve won
And everything you’ve lost
It’s everything you are
And everyone you’ll be
And everyone you’ve loved
And everything you see

Notes
 width= Over the weekend I went to the wedding of a friend of mine with whom I had lost touch in the ninth grade. He and I were very close friends, then life intervened and took us in different directions. Now years later I find myself looking in the window of a life I know nothing about. In some ways he seems very much the same as my childhood friend, but it is very clear to me that there has been an entire life’s story that has taken place since I truly knew him. I left my impressions of him frozen in time for more than a decade. I got to thinking that this same principle applies to so many people who have entered my life and who have subsequently gone in other directions.

When I think about the people in my life, I make certain assumptions about who they are based on what I know about them. I realize now that these assumptions are only based on what I think I know. In all likelihood, former acquaintances, best friends, girlfriends, classmates, colleagues, and even family members are different people than I assume them to be. Some of them may be radically different depending on their experiences since our paths have crossed. This is fascinating to me. This song is dedicated to everyone who I have lost track of. It is written in awe of the people that they very well might be, and with great love for them all.

Musically, this song began as an experiment. I thought it would be a good exercise to write a song in 5/4 time (as opposed to the typical 4/4 that the vast majority of western music is written in). For those of you unsure of what that means: each measure of music lasts for five beats rather than four (except for a few passages in this song that are written in 4/4). Of all the most common “alternative” time signatures, I find five to be the most daunting. Each time I have tried to write this way, the extra beat has made my brain hurt just a little bit while trying to come up with melodies, rhythms, and lyrics. It was good to step outside of my comfort zone, and it was a fun experiment. Next time, however, I would rather arrive at this time signature more naturally, out of the necessity of a melody that I have concocted, rather than by predetermination.

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

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Week 18 // Rise Of The Supermoon

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Oh there’s a chill that’s in the air
I’m facing toward the East
And hoping light will show me where
At first the eye did open
Like a sliver in the doom
It widened and it shone on me
And oh what can I do?

Oh what can I do?
Awake for the rise of the Supermoon
I’m humbled down in front of you

And as I heard the child call
The satellite revealed itself
Received by one and all
And stumbling to our feet
The sheer colossus in our sights
And grounding us and calling us
And burning through the night

And oh what can I do?
Awake for the rise of the Supermoon
I’m humbled down in front of you

One by one
We stopped and saw
The sky lit up
The orb had changed the night
The Earth was still with human life
The thought was one across mankind:
We are so small tonight

So I was searching in the dark
And what I found out there
It put a picture in my heart
An honest souvenir
Of all the wonder that we knew
I’ll try to keep it there
I’m singing Lord what can I do?

Oh what can I do?
Awake for the rise of the Supermoon
And I’m humbled down in front of you

Notes
 width= Saturday night I wen’t out in the car just after sunset to look for a good view of what the internet has unanimously dubbed the Supermoon: the largest full moon visible in nearly two decades. I parked the car at Centennial Park – a sprawling, unmaintained tract of fields and hills in the center of the suburban mass. I mounted a small hill and attempted to orient myself in search of the moon. It was nowhere to be found, and just as frustration was beginning to mount, I turned around to find the first enormous sliver peaking over the horizon through a stand of trees. I stood transfixed, and then I was suddenly on the move in search of an unobstructed view. My eyes never left the growing orb as I stumbled down the darkened hill and hacked through bushes to finally find myself standing on a golf course, the horizon open wide, and the Supermoon hanging triumphantly above the wooded expanse. It was stupefying.

The world stood perfectly still as I stood there lost in the wonder of the colossus above. Somewhere a child cried out “It’s the moon!” What a perfect moment. Although I stood by myself, I was not alone. People all over the East coast were looking at the same thing, and soon the moon would rise over the rest of America, and the world as a whole would be treated to a singularly unique sight. I’m not sure how long I stayed there looking at the massive unblinking eye, but as I drove home I saw evidence of humanity’s collective reaction. As I drove down a four lane highway I saw a car come to a complete stop in the middle of its lane so that the driver could crane his head out of the window for a better view. Humanity stopped in it’s tracks to take in the sight of the moon.

It is so comforting to know that in an age of cynicism we are not totally beyond wonder. Just as our primitive ancestors would have marveled at the familiar satellite suddenly transformed, so do we marvel. We have seen the moon before, but we have not seen the moon like this. I feel as though I have seen humanity before, but I have not seen humanity like this. All too often it is tragedy or disaster that captures our collective attention (and often enough it should). On Saturday night is was wonder. May we hold on to that wonder as tightly as we can.

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

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Week 17 // Earthlings

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I’ve been up to something
Up against the mountain
Run to another ocean
Cursing and laughing and I am alive again

And way across the continent
There’s a notion in my mind
And it has to do with choices
And all the forces in our lives
And it’s all about the concept
That it don’t matter if it’s a lie
That the world is on our side
If the world is on our side

And everyone knows it’s a good thing
Knowing it ends in a heartbeat
Knowing the mind of an earthling
Knowing you’re not alone

And way across the continent
There’s a notion (an ocean…?) in my mind
And it has to do with choices
And all the forces in our lives
And it’s all about the concept
That it don’t matter if it’s a lie
That the world is on our side
If the world is on our side

Notes
 width= This week’s song is a synthsplosive reflection on my recent trip to California. This was the kind of trip that renewed my sense of humanity, my sense of self, and my sense of purpose. There’s something so special about leaving your environment and connecting with people who aren’t usually around. That’s what this song is about. I wanted to capture the limitless optimism and fleeting nature of such a trip. There is a need to connect meaningfully, yet rapidly with people; to get every drop you can get before the inevitable end. In such a situation, interactions become so intensely human. Every conversation seems to include a revelation. Every activity is an inspiration. Friends and family become the whole of humanity. It’s a buzzing microcosm – a miniature society to explore that abruptly vanishes. Perhaps I’m romanticizing a simple vacation, but damn it was a good vacation.

No folk instruments this week. Just synth and electric guitar playing off two and three part vocal harmonies. I only had my banjo with me on my trip, so it makes sense to want to electrify this week. This is a pop number that jumps abruptly between parts and then ends quickly. I had a lot of fun playing with transitions, and trying to make each part a little different with each repetition. I also had a blast with the guitar/synth solo action at the end. Also, extra credit goes to whoever can find the homage to the Flaming Lips! (There’s probably more than just the one I’m aware of…)

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

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Week 16: A Life On A Carousel

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Nick Mastors
Miguel Williams
Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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Ain’t it so the hardest part
Is coming back around again
And searching unfamiliar faces
for the faces of your friends
And I am coming back around again
It’s a life on a carousel

There’s a reason
For the coldest season
It’s a proving ground
And there’s a light that’s coming
So impressive we will all be found
And I am coming back around again
It’s a life on a carousel

Notes
 width=The artwork this week is a photograph by my friend Brian Doyle. He found this carousel someplace in France, and managed to paint a beautiful picture with it’s light. I saw it and began to think about carousels and what they do. Of course they go around, and around. It happens again and again. It is a cycle, much like a year, a revolution akin to an orbit. It is a simple metaphor, so I wrote simple lyrics to describe it, and I repeated them twice, a cycle in their own right.

This is another collaborative song, written with Nick and Miguel. As always the experience was a pleasure. I particularly liked working on three part harmonies on the sans-lyrics sections. I also liked that so much of this song was played on acoustic instruments, and we were able to step outside of the computer for a few minutes. I sincerely hope I get another chance to write with those guys in the near future.

If all has gone according to plan I have now landed safely in Boston after a fun and rewarding vacation in California. As my flight was the red-eye, I am most likely at this moment passed out in a pile of my own luggage, unable to make it up the stairs.

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

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Week 15 // A Soul Anatomy Game

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Miguel Williams
Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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It’s just a little bit of heart
It’s just a little bit of shame
It’s just a little bit of innocence
It’s just a little bit untamed
And it’s a good amount of restlessness
And on the road the inches on the map get called the game

I took a drive to see the capitol
I wondered what it would say to me
I thought of all the ways I could lose control
Like the pillars of history
And the giants all around me told me
Son you gotta learn your soul anatomy

Your head, your heart
Your hands, your feet
Your mind, your thoughts
The rest is everybody else
The rest is yours
To know, to love
To grow, to feel
To discover that the less you feel the less you’ll know
The less you know, the worse you’re gonna feel

Just think of your worst memories
And all the days that left you scarred
And then endeavor to believe
The most important days are hard
That all your darkest days are beacons of the light that’s in your heart
And make you love the life you’ve got

Your head, your heart
Your hands, your feet
Your mind, your thoughts
The rest is everybody else
The rest is yours
To know, to love
To grow, to feel
To discover that the less you feel the less you’ll know
The less you know, the worse you’re gonna feel
And it’s better to learn to feel

Notes
 width=Greetings from California! I’m here visiting friends and family, but you won’t notice any difference around here, because I’ve pre-recorded songs in advance to last us through next Monday. I couldn’t have done it without some help though, and I had plenty in the form of Nick Mastors and Miguel Williams. These guys are two of my greatest friends, and also my former band mates, so it felt just like old times getting together and making up some songs.

The geneses of this song began in Nick’s brain, and we all attacked it from every angle until we had something all three of us could call our own. Listen for Nick’s signature beats, e-bow guitar, and twiddly-funk. Also keep your ears open for a beautiful vocal breakdown and some wonderful acoustic guitar provided by Miguel. My only regret is that Miguel couldn’t stay until I had written the lyrics in order to sing them all with me. Maybe next time.

A soul anatomy game? I was thinking about all the games that I used to play in my head as a kid in the back seat on long car rides. Maybe I was trying to find out-of-state plates, or looking for pictures in clouds. I still play games to keep my mind occupied when I’m driving alone on a long trip, but long trips get so introspective that I sometimes lose track of the game and find myself someplace else. In particular I was thinking about one trip that I took last fall to Washington, DC for Jon Stewart’s Rally to Restore Sanity. It was the morning after I came up with the idea for this blog, and I had been so exited about it the entire night that I hadn’t slept a wink. I was recklessly exhausted, but desperate to make the rally. As I drove I thought about all the possibility inherent in making myself write a song every week, and I realized that I was about to have to become infinitely more honest and familiar with myself. Week after week I would learn my soul inside and out.

But this song isn’t all about driving down to see Jon Stewart, giddy about a website. It’s about feeling your hardest feelings in order to better know your own soul. If there is a thesis statement in this song, it is some combination between the second verse and the end of the last chorus: “Endeavor to believe the most important days are hard, and all your darkest days are beacons of the light that’s in your heart… The less you feel, the less you’ll know, the less you know the worse you’re gonna feel. And it’s better to learn to feel.” In other words, if you avoid the things that are hard about your life, and try not to feel them, you will not truly know yourself and you’ll only make it worse. We sometimes try to bury our hard feelings, but I suggest we embrace them in order to find a more complete understanding of ourselves. This song is supposed to be optimistic!

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

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Week 14: So This Is Tomorrow

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I want to know for sure
The morning will be there
If I sleep through the night

I want a love who knows exactly who I am
I want a chance to hold tomorrow in my hand

And I want a city in the sun
And a guarantee I’m not the only one
And I want to find out I could carry the weight for anyone

Here am I
I’m burning burning
God, I’m gone, I’m gone
Here I am uncertain
Certain rights will stay un-wronged
And here I’m waiting for the dawn

And I got me in a down and out way
I got the windows down and I’m feeling like a stray

And I’m moving with no purpose I can feel
But something’s dead ahead and damn if it ain’t real
And I’m thinking again that it’s all in my head when I’m behind the wheel

Here am I
I’m burning burning
God, I’m gone, I’m gone
Here am I uncertain
Certain rights will stay un-wronged

God and all God’s children hurting
Learning right from wrong
Love and all love’s burdens burning
Bright on everyone

And everyone’s so anxious to arrive
And it scares me just to know that we’re alive

So there it’s scratching at my skin
Like a fresh reminder of the state I’m in
So this is tomorrow
And it all begins
And it all begins

Notes
 width=The photo accompanying this week’s song was given to me by my friend and collaborator, Nick Mastors. It brought me back years to my first semester at college. I’m not sure if I’ve ever told a soul about the frequent late night drives that I would take when my head was full of thoughts. That’s where this picture brought me when I looked at it. I would pick a road that I hadn’t tried yet, and I would drive and drive, sometimes for hours, usually turning back only when I was convinced I was lost. I weaved in and out of towns and villages, through woods and farmland, under buzzing streetlights, and beneath fragrant pines. I was testing out the limits of my new-found independence, but more than that, I was thinking about tomorrow and how uncertain it was. It was an uncertain time, and when I think back to it, the feeling still resonates with me. It’s like all we can do is barrel into the future, wake up every day and say, “So, this is tomorrow,” and the universe pretty much does what it’s going to do, while we do our best to learn and be good people.

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

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Week 13 // Spires

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Outside of the city
And up in my bedroom
Away from the buildings
And the people and the games

I look at the city
It’s all full of bedrooms
Stacked high in the buildings
And the people look the same

I’ve never been much of the city kind
I got a lack of understanding
A point of view I cannot bear

But I look at the city and its twisted metal climb
And I’m wondering how can anybody be alive in there?

And at the end of all that was
When human hearts will be the end of us
When the towers reach the Sun

And all the spires will decay
And soon the wind will blow the rest away
The debt will be repaid

Way out in the country
Away from the suburbs
Away from the city and the sound
And in the air

I think of the city
And all the good people
And all of the love that’s to be had for living there

But I’ve only ever fallen in love out in the air
Way out of the city
Where the world’s got room to spare

And somewhere in the suburbs
There’s a life without a care
But there’s way too much to care about

And at the end of all that was
When human hearts will be the end of us
When the towers reach the Sun

And all the spires will decay
And soon the wind will blow the rest away
The debt will be repaid

Notes
 width=In college I majored in Studio Art and I often made pictures of cityscapes, and people in cities, and giant animals in cities, and on and on. One day a classmate approached me and said, “Jesse, your work is so urban… are you, like, from New York City?” I laughed to myself and then admitted to her that I had grown up in a comfortable suburb of Boston. In fact, I have never lived in an urban environment. I have split my life between the suburbs and the woods, only venturing into urban areas on occasion and usually for recreational purposes.

I like cities, but they also perplex me. I haven’t spent enough time in them to really understand what lies beyond the relative excitement compared to my own subdued environment. They also intimidate me a little bit: a vital aspect of my artistic fascination with them. When my classmate asked if I was from New York City, for a moment I felt like I had been a terrible impostor, misrepresenting myself through my artwork. But then I looked at my work and saw a cartoonish and warped unreality. I realized that I was working from an honest perspective. I was depicting cities through the eyes of a total outsider.

My friend Nick (who grew up quite literally in the woods) has said to me numerous times that he believes that cities are unnatural environments for the human animal. I have often been inclined to agree with him, but ultimately I don’t. Human beings are so social, thriving on one another’s company, so the city must be the ultimate expression of our nature. But therein lies a great danger. In our desire to live together we have built vast concrete machines that spew toxins and swallow land. It is a little scary.

This song is about the contradiction inherent in cities, as described by an outsider. There is so much love to be found amongst so many people, but damn it if the cities aren’t going to drag us all down eventually. Sometimes it makes me want to pack up and move downtown. Sometimes it makes me want to run for the hills. It is also about the choices that we have about where to situate ourselves. The song seems to make a value judgment that the only truly human and real places to live are in the extremes: The country and and the city. The suburbs can be described as diluted versions of both.

With this song I wanted to get back to basics a little bit with the instrumentation. It is played only on bass, nylon-stringed acoustic guitar, and drums (at least what passes for drums around here). I wanted it to end with somewhat of a vocal cacophony to simulate what I feel and hear when I look up at a really tall building.

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

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Week 12 // The Void and the Great Unknown

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I’ve been wide awake
Since 1985
How many now have closed their eyes
Since I first opened mine?

And in the morning light
I hear it every time
That’s when I know the voice of God
Has been keeping me alive

And I know I’ve been left alone
With the void and the great unknown
And the world and it’s quiet beauty call
And I feel that it’s my own

The moon, the earth
The edge, the search
The itch, the hurt
My open eyes
It’s what’s keeping me alive
And it kills me every time

I knew it when I was a child
That the night would be only mine
That the darkness would swallow the light
That there are colors on either side

That there are colors that must be named
And there were questions from the start
And there’s a vastness that remains
And there are answers in the dark

The moon, the earth
The edge, the search
The itch, the hurt
My open eyes
It’s what’s keeping me alive
And it kills me every time

Notes
 width=Those who know me well will tell you that I am quite the night-owl. But it goes a little deeper than that. While I do have one fully diagnosed sleep disorder, I also believe myself to be one of the world’s great undiagnosed insomniacs. I never sleep at night. I don’t know what a good night’s sleep is like, and I can tell you in all honesty that I don’t know what somebody means when they say they are well rested. I have never experienced that; at least not that I can remember, and not in the way that everyone else means it. My song this week is about everything that is beautiful about insomnia.

The night is mine. I have it to myself, and sometimes it reveals its secrets. Everything is different in the middle of the night. Things sound different. Things look different. The earth is still and quiet. Time moves differently. Sometimes I try to pay attention to the night, to look into it, to find out what it really is. It’s like trying to unravel some great mystery. If sleep doesn’t come easily, it makes sense to use that time. Sometimes I use it philosophically, and sometimes I use it productively. Something happens to me in the middle of the night. My ideas become lucid. I can translate my ideas into form more easily. For me, the middle of the night is a muse. In some way, everything I have ever written, drawn, or played is a commentary on the night. It is my partner.

This week I continue to explore what I’ve come to recognize as a curious relationship developing between my banjo and my synthesizer. It seems to me that they have something to say to each other, and maybe even something to say about each other. It is a relationship that I am interested to see develop a little more. I suppose what I am really trying to do is to decipher what they have in common. I think they have more in common than they would like to admit.

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

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