Week 54 // Alone In A Crowded Room


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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Are you learning to forgive?
Not getting what you want
And wanting what you’ve got

“And seeing how you live your life alone
It gets me down”
I’m getting that a lot

And other people got these expectations
Wearing at my patience
Like I forgot

Oh God it’s a lonely world
I’m alone in a crowded room
And living can’t be such a lonesome word
And trying never gets you through

And every time I think about my life
I’m thinking living’s like a single thought

And at the center of my thinking
Was the reason people grieved and loved and fought

And living life alone can get you down
But there’s no reason not to live the life you’ve got

Oh God it’s a lonely world
I’m alone in a crowded room
And living can’t be such a lonesome word
And trying never gets you through
Trying never gets to you

Notes
 width= Alone In A Crowded Room is a bit different. It has this single piano banging out solitary notes and no other melodic instruments. It’s got these busy drum programs competing for attention and easily overpowering the piano. I am the solitary piano notes. The drums are the crowded room. The song is about being single and how everybody else thinks that it’s their business. It is sort of about being okay with being alone, but it is also about how not okay it is. Whichever perspective you read it from, it’s one of these introspective songs that attempts to superimpose my feelings on everybody else whether they have them or not. I refer to myself in the first and second person. I refer to other people in the second person as well. You’ll never know if I’m singing about me or you! Except when I’m definitely singing about me…

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

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Week 53: Something’s Gonna Get To Me


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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Something’s gonna get to me yeah
Something’s bound to get me down
Something’s working tricks you’ll never see
Something’s gonna make it’s way around yeah

I think I got a new disease
I think I’m sticking feet to the ground yeah
I think I’m working out what’s left for me
I’m thinking I’ll be living for the sound yeah

The Earth is like a poem
But the verse is hard to read
The light, the mystery

And anywhere I’m going
I’m bound to lose the light
To something dark inside of me

Something’s gonna get to me
Something good is dying to be found yeah
Somethings blowing trouble through the trees
Something’s working secrets on the ground yeah

The light is worth the growing itch I’m feeling now
The island deep inside of me

The Earth is like a poem
But the verse is hard to read
The light, the mystery

Somethings gonna get to me
Nothing’s gonna get me down

Somethings gonna get to me
Nothing’s gonna get me down

Notes
 width= This song is for a dear friend. It is about feeling alone, and wondering if anybody else can understand the way you see the world. It is about trying to edge out of the darkness. It is about how the world is a beautiful place despite how dangerous it can be. Like many songs that I write it is also about searching and longing. In this song, I take the position that perhaps we don’t really want to find what we’re looking for, but what we are looking for is bound to find us anyway. It is a simple song, composed completely on guitar. It is simple because the world is complicated enough already. And thus begins year two of Mount Everest! Thank you for being here.

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

P.S. Happy Birthday to big bro!

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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

And just for fun…
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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 50: The Shape


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So sincere
So intent on a thing that you need
That you could never get
That just seemed too far away to forget
It’s a thing you’ll regret

And the earth never moves
The sky just drifts overhead
In the place that you’ll live
And the people understand
That there’s something at hand

You’ve been the gentle lie
You’ve been the constant tie
You’ve been the floating shape
You’ve been the interstate

And somethings catching up
It’s something heavy enough
To weigh in on your sins
And on the strength of your love
You’ve been treating it rough

And the Earth turns to white
And it’s too early for this
It’s too early for life
To fold its hands and submit
You’ve got plans so just live

You’ve been the gentle lie
You’ve been the constant tie
You’ve been the floating shape
You’ve been the interstate

Notes
 width=50! Well that feels pretty good, and that’s all I’ll say about that because I have a much bigger milestone just around the corner. The Shape is this week’s song, and I suppose it’s about restlessness. That’s a pretty common theme around here for a lot of reasons. Perhaps I’m a person who is never satisfied, or perhaps I’m just interested in what’s around the corner. Sometimes it feels like theres this little thing in the middle of my heart and it’s just vibrating and molecules are shaking up and crashing into each other and it will never stop until I finally accomplish I-don’t-quite-know-what. This is a song about the shape of that little thing in the middle of you; the thing that you’ve got and you’re not sure what it’s telling you to do, except that you haven’t quite done it yet. Like almost everything that I write it’s mostly about being a human, and how interesting that is.

Here’s hoping your Halloween is totally Spooky!
~Jesse

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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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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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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 46: You Are Still Alive!


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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It’s in the feeling when I’m turning out the light
It’s in the rain, it’s in the shelter, yeah it’s getting inside
I had a feeling I’d be getting out alive
But knowing’s not believing it’s alright
And trying wont be good enough this time

I had a notion as I stumbled through the door
It had to do with knowing folks like me were fit to do more
It had to do with choices resting at the core
Like to work down to the bone or fight the war
And I’m not fit for fighting, I’m not fit for much I’m sure
It got me thinking about the things I’m living for

Every Saturday night
Every morning and afternoon it’s alright
Everything that you do
Everything that you didn’t do speaks to you
Everyone that you’ve met
Everything that you’ve done that you’ve lived to regret
Every time that you fall
You’re reminded you’ve lived through it all
That you’ve lived through it all
Kid, and that’s big! Somehow you’ve lived through it all!

Notes
 width=Sometimes a feeling creeps in that is full of doubt, and lacking in understanding. Sometimes a notion becomes clear to you that you could be doing more. Sometimes this feeling and this notion combine to convince a person that they are somehow less than they actually are. Sometimes a person forgets that by focusing on one’s shortcomings, one risks losing appreciation of a fundamental gift. That gift is waking up alive, and it is pretty huge. I wrote this song to remind myself and others that we’ve made it this far. Everyone who is reading this, or listening to this song has that in common. We’ve made it to today. We’ve lived through everything leading up to this. That isn’t only a gift. It’s an accomplishment! So give yourselves some credit, and then do your best.

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

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Week 45 // Lovely Cynical Cyclical


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Jesse Mitchell Lindsey
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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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