Week 39 // Take Your Love Down The Line


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The trees
The sun
The hearts
The love
The understanding

And she is him
And he is her
In truth unending

And all who gathered there
would see that love is tangible

Is love the thing that sets apart the human animal?

Take your love down the line
Trust your soul to be kind
Be the light in her eyes

Take your love down the line
Trust your soul to be kind
Be the light in his eyes

Notes
 width=My goodness what a wedding! I spent the weekend involved in one of the most beautiful weddings in the history of love! My friends got hitched under white pines and the shining sun on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in Maine. I was fortunate enough to be a groomsman, and also had the opportunity to play a set at the cocktail hour with a fine group of friends. The whole experience was life affirming and uplifting in every way. My friends’ marriage has been a forgone conclusion for years, but finally watching them experience their wedding was satisfying on an elemental level. You would have to have been inhuman not to have walked away having learned something a bit more about love than you knew before. It was just that kind of wedding. So here I submit a tune I made up about it.

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

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Week 38: Wouldn’t You Say/Wouldn’t You Know


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Wouldn’t you say that sometimes you can’t really know
How things turn away, catch you blind with all of your hopes
And you just can’t get your way if you don’t really try
And wouldn’t you know
Things look great
Then they don’t

And wouldn’t you say that you’re here by a choice of your own?
There are so many ways to disappear
And something has grown inside you saying it’s time you could stand alone
And wouldn’t you know
You had a plan
Now you don’t

And I’m ready for the summer time to pass the torch down the line
‘Cause when autumn comes I’ll be living a new kind of life

Wouldn’t you say that your mind and your heart ought to know
That they are the same, so unkind to be treating them so
Like they could not aim to find the strength in your soul
And wouldn’t you know
You’d lose heart
Except you wont

And I’m ready for the summer time to pass the torch down the line
‘Cause when autumn comes I’ll be living a new kind of life

Notes
 width=This is a song about things not going exactly as you intended them to go. It is a pretty simple song, existing within just a few guitar overdubs, a couple of vocal dubs, and an exceedingly simple drum loop that I made in the span of about ten seconds. I have a penchant for doing things in a complicated way, but since the sentiment behind the song was so simple, it seemed natural to keep the instrumentation simple as well. The words describe the emotion that comes with having to make new plans when the ones that seemed so perfect suddenly just don’t work. The emotions range from resignation, to acceptance, and onward toward resolve. It is basically saying “better luck next time!”

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

P.S. This entry was scheduled to launch at the proper time, however an unknown technical glitch occurred. Strange and unexplained, and also nobody’s fault.

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Week 37 // Illumination


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Pick me up and send me out
That’s what times like these are about
That’s what days like these can do
Dust me off and change the tune
And my God it was like a dream
The last few years somehow they seemed
Like a beauty rest in a tight cocoon
Like a cradle rocked in a crowded room
A lovely thought that couldn’t end too soon

Has anyone
Has anyone ever been so
Has anyone ever been so loved as me?

Has anyone
Has anyone ever loved so
Has anyone ever loved so well as you?
No one has ever loved so well as you

All this goodness, all this time
And all this feeling, all this trying
All these captured moments fading
All this work and all this waiting
Oh the current, swift, unkind
And oh the child so soft and blind
And oh the Earth so vast and waiting
And all the seconds I’m never trading
No, I wouldn’t trade it for a thousand better lives

Has anyone
Has anyone ever been so
Has anyone ever been so loved as me?

Has anyone
Has anyone ever loved so
Has anyone ever loved so well as you?
No one has ever loved so well as you

Notes
 width=I haven’t directly mentioned on my website that for the past two years I have lived with my parents in my childhood home. Thanks to the kindness of some close friends, I’ll be moving out this week, and it strikes me as a particularly important occasion. My time back at home has been interesting, strange, sometimes wonderful, sometimes numbing, and at a crucial stage in my life it was totally necessary. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. This week it is tough to talk about feeling appreciative of my parents for all of the love and support that they have offered me over the past few years, because I have recently mishandled a situation that hurt them in very avoidable ways. The clarity of hindsight is quite remarkable isn’t it? In any case I offer this song as a reflection on my time spent at home. While I am unlikely to look back on the past two years as the highpoint in my life, I think it is safe to say that I have rarely felt so well loved as I have since I moved home. Honestly, I wouldn’t trade the past two years for anything. While I majorly screwed up showing this feeling of gratitude to my parents through my actions, I wish to attempt to convey it through a song.

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

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Week 36 // The Soul Upon Reentry


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Late one hell of a Tuesday night
I was pondering something so hard to describe
That I’ve been missing my own damn life
And I think I might be back again

And people got this way
Of forgetting who they are
It could be happening to you
You could be taking it to far
You could be thinking you’re immune
You could be thinking it’s impossible to lose yourself this way
To be that careless, it ain’t you

And I was thinking it
Must be the weather
And I was feeling it
Piecing it together
I think I knew it
Couldn’t last forever

And somewhere else
A sense of place
Another time
I saw myself
A locked embrace
A knowing sigh
I love this way
I got this right

Are you whole again?
Have you had enough?
Are you home again?
Have you beaten through the rough?
Are you clear again?
Did you count the days that passed you while you found the way?

And the early morning light seems strange reflected off the windows
And they blind me as I pass them by and I wonder
Did the Earth sit still while I left it here?
Did it stop its spinning and sit for years?
Will it start by the end of the summer?

Are you whole again?
Have you had enough?
Are you home again?
Have you beaten through the rough?
Are you clear again?
Did you count the days that passed you while you found the way?

Notes
 width=This song was the easiest Mount Everest song to finish, and I think it was because I felt the sentiment so deeply. It is difficult to describe exactly what I am singing about in this song. Lately I have felt quite profoundly that I am my self again. I have realized that for a period of years I have walked around as somebody else. I looked like me and I sounded like me, but I wasn’t me. But if you were to speak to me today, I think you would be speaking to the genuine article. That might sound strange, but somehow I don’t think I am the only person who has felt this way. Life intervenes. It does things you don’t want it to do. It puts you on a path, you react, and you change. Sometimes you change back. It is hard to say when it was that I last felt like myself, and It is extremely difficult say what has made me feel that way again. What I do know is that last Tuesday night I lay awake in bed and I had this thought: “It feels so good to be back again.” It was a strange thought. I had recently been on a trip, so perhaps I was thinking about that. But no, I was thinking that it felt good to be back after a much longer absence. And it does feel good. I’m still getting used to it. The feeling was sort of like the soul reentering the body. So now my soul is settling into it’s old space, a bit rusty from not being used. It is nice to be back.

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

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Week 35: The Sidewalk

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So I crawled over the places I have been
And in the traces of the world I found my friends

And the continent was bursting at the seams
So like my heart at first I thought it was a dream

I’ve felt this country burn like coals
Underneath my fingernails
By God it feels like home

And it’s real and it feels you
And it comes and goes
Like I come and go
And the feeling grows
And I’ll leave
And I’ll breathe
What I’m feeling I just don’t know

I was standing by myself and I had this thought
That I’m like everyone who ever stood upon this spot

I was thinking about the sidewalk
I was thinking about the paths that must have crossed
Right on this very block

And would that we could ever know
A million hearts pass by and there they go

And it’s real and it feels you
And it comes and goes
Like I come and go
And the feeling grows
And I’ll leave
And I’ll breathe
What I’m feeling I just don’t know

Notes
 width=This week I started off reflecting on a long drive I took last week to North Carolina, but I quickly keyed in on a single moment as the focal point of this song. The moment was when I walked out of a basement parking garage on the lower east side of Manhattan, stood on the sidewalk, and looked around. This was the first day of a trip where I would look for friends in the nooks and crannies of America (my friends have worked their way in deep and you can find them in a lot of places). I stood there not quite knowing what to expect, and I saw a city so much like the country she calls home: big in an unwieldy sense, and filled with people trying to do their best. When I am confronted with humanity on this scale I usually write a song. The central questions: who are all of these people? What are they feeling, and who felt what when they stood just where I was standing? These are the kinds of questions that interest me. I’m fascinated by the concept of the individual in the context of the whole. Humanity en masse has no concern with what a single person thinks or feels, but every person who has ever lived felt just as deeply as any other person. I’m amazed at the number of life-stories never told. I think this song seeks to acknowledge that if you step outside of your house and look around, you might not learn the details of these stories, but the sheer number of stories might impress itself upon you. To what end will this impress upon you? I’m not sure, but personally, I just marvel at it.

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

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Week 34 // When We’re All Grown Up

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Alex Selby
Miguel Williams
Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
Holly Keating (Pie Chef)
Bear (Dog)
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If you draw rings upon your hand
oh oh oh
stick it straight up in the air
but no one calls on

You grab the bottle off the shelf
one more time
to give yourself some help
but if you’re lucky
it’s already
it’s already
under you

Breathing in when there’s no air
oh oh oh
suckin hard to say a prayer
where is the meaning

Behind the way we spend our days
waiting
for the man to give a grade
we don’t need it
to be defeated
we can feed it
anyway

And when we’re all grown up
We’ll be feeling ten feet tall
With our backs against the wind
Earn respect from all the small minded creatures
Who have sinned against us
Leave the trenches once an for all

Oh it would be so fine
To cure my madness on the run
To ease my burden on the road
To find my purpose in the sun
To know my golden years have begun

And when next you see my face
You’ll know the truth
That decisions found me turned around
Confounded in my youth
And now distinction’s sounding out for me
I’m bound to find the meaning in the silence
And I’ll finally change the rules

And I’ll be a gentleman
Who knows not the burden
Of feeling uncertain
Of reeling and hurting
Of reaching out for more

And I’ll be a wealthy man
Of class and importance
Competitors thwarted
And opinions distorted
By the figures I’ve recorded in my bank account
The heights to which I will amount
I’m walking through the door

And when we’re all grown up
We’ll be feeling ten feet tall
With our backs against the wind
Earn respect from all the small minded creatures
Who have sinned against us
Leave the trenches once an for all

A pirate a landscape
A crime-fighter in a cape
A hopeful inventor
A love-letter sender
Someone to remember

Sometimes vacations feel like a sun dance
Pick your ends and find your means to make this song last
But in the end all my daydreams are discontent
And I won’t defend
‘Cause it’s back to work again

And when we’re all grown up
We’ll be feeling ten feet tall
With our backs against the wind
Earn respect from all the small minded creatures
Who have sinned against us
Leave the trenches once an for all

Notes
 width= Greetings from Durham, North Carolina! I am happy to be the guest of my wonderful friends Holly Keating and Alex Selby who I am visiting along with frequent Everest contributor and superfriend, Miguel Williams. Today Mount Everest presents the Durham Dirt Danglers with their debut single When We’re All Grown Up. This song was co-written with Alex and Miguel in an epic 24 hour writing session to beat the band. We each took the reigns on one verse allowing each songwriter’s particular sensibility to take center stage. The song is about barreling ever deeper into adulthood, and the expectations, hopes, and fears that are inherent therein. In addition to sharing vocal duties, Miguel rocked a mean rhythm guitar, Alex found his muse on the mandolin, and I amused myself on the banjo. This was one of my favorite writing experiences ever. So much thanks is due to these guys. We all sincerely hope that the Mount Everest listening audience appreciates a brief respite from all the robots and lasers that usually populate this site. We hope that the dulcet tones of the southland that were our inspiration please you as much as it pleased us to invoke them.

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

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Week 33 // 201776

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I’m dying to believe
That someone knows the truth
That it’s only history
That’s keeping people cruel
If we forgot what kept us captive we could change the rules

And everyone who knows
What’s keeping us alive
Is holding something close
They’re getting something right
They’re on your street and in your building holding up the light

You’ve got your country in your heart
And days like these will run you through
We tore the continent apart
It’s not too late to rescue you

And every time I cry
It’s like being made brand new
America should try
It’s the best thing she could do
She’d let it out and watch the decade pass to comfort you

You’ve got your country in your heart
And days like these will run you through
We tore the continent apart
It’s not too late to rescue you

Notes
 width= Happy Independence Day! Today’s holiday is the thematic inspiration for this week’s song which is called 201776. The song is meant to be an optimistic answer to the broad pessimism that exists within, and about America these days. Sure, times are tough out there, but it is in no way too late for America. I choose to celebrate Independence Day as a recognition of the ideal of this country, rather than the often imperfect manifestation of that ideal. There are good, kind people all over America, and that is awesome. At several points, the song is sung to a personified version of this country. I sing to her and I encourage her to have a good cry. I reassure her that it isn’t too late for her to be rescued. I acknowledge that she’s had it tough, and I try to empathize. With no hint of irony, I would like to take this moment to reflect on how amazing it is to be in America. I promise to try my best to treat her well. I hope you do too.

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

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Bonus Track!

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Cameron Parks

Today we have a special bonus track! This is Love Story by Taylor Swift as sung by my young niece, Cami. She is very talented. At such a young age it is evident that she has a great career ahead of her. Way to go Cami!

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Week 32: One Square Inch Of Silence

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John Goodridge
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Every time I think about the consequence
Everyone but me
And every now and then we’ll try again to fill it up and then
Hurry back to sleep

If you give it an inch
If you gave it your all
You’d be taking a mile
And all the time that you’ve spent
And all the places you’ve been
Might show you what it all meant
If you could listen a while

And all the time I think about the government
What is that to me?
And all the silence left to fade
The world is like an elephant
Full of memories

If you give it an inch
If you gave it your all
You’d be taking a mile
And all the time that you’ve spent
And all the places you’ve been
Might show you what it all meant
If you could listen a while

Notes
 width=This week’s song takes its name from an extremely compelling conservation project called One Square Inch of Silence. The project is the brainchild of Gordon Hempton, a “sound tracker” who makes recordings of ambient noise both in cities and in the wilderness. His goal is to protect one square inch of land in Olympic National Park (Washington) from all man-made sound pollution. By lobbying to reroute air traffic and limit road development in the area, creating a silent square inch actually protects hundreds of miles of land. You can go there and hear something you will not hear in a city, or your home town, or in most natural settings. You can hear pure, un-altered natural silence. As it turns out, this natural silence is full of sound, and you can listen to all of it without interruption. If you want to know more about it, visit the project’s website, or check out the book by Gordon Hempton and John Grossmann.

My song is weird! The lyrics are a little strange, and the concepts are broad. Also, I must thank John Goodridge who provided some percussion on an electric drum kit during the chorus sections.

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

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Week 31 // Ten Billion Truths (The Tender Part Of Your Soul)

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In the early days
We found the proof
Ten thousand years
Ten billion truths

And human beings
We’ve got so much more
We got animal parts
With hearts that soar
And hearts that rage
In the dead of night
We got so many ways
To describe the light

When something pulls
At your barest soul
And you leave it behind
Well it leaves a hole

Fill it with the pieces that you brought with you long ago
Dig it like a tunnel to the tender part of your soul

And one of these days
We might understand
That the things we’ve done
Have stayed on our hands

And I’ll sit in the rain
Feeling every drop
I can’t stay the same
Though I tried to stop

If your mind forgets
All the things it knows
Something must hang on
You’ll fill the holes

Fill it with the pieces that you brought with you long ago
Dig it like a tunnel to the tender part of your soul

Notes
 width=This week’s song is about the feeling you get when it is time to give up something that has been a huge part of you. It is about the hole that is left in you when you give up a big part of yourself. I thought for a while about how particular that emotion is; how specifically human it is. The very existence of this emotion is wrapped up in how we construct our identities. This is something that seems to be unique to us in the animal kingdom, so I began to wonder about the first people who could truly feel this. Perhaps that was the moment when we first became human. I thought of all the billions of people walking around with these feelings, and those who preceded them, and I started to realize that with so much collective experience with having a hole in one’s heart, there is bound to be somebody out there who knows how to mend it. In the context of this song, that is the meaning of hope: that in all the combined experience of mankind and our ancestors, somebody knows how to properly deal with a hard feeling. The song is written in broad conceptual strokes, which seems to be appropriate since the topic of the song is so broad and conceptual. Of course it comes from a specific place, but I won’t get into it so you can superimpose your own specifics over it. I worry that if I always describe in detail exactly why I wrote a song, I’ll rob listeners of extracting their own meaning. Do you have a hole that you are trying to fill in? It’s okay, I think most of us do.

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

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