|Album:||Surf Rock Circa The Lost Summer|
It's funny that a solitary moment or a night's events can transform into a metaphor for a much larger time line. I spent a late summer night in Seville, Spain while in transit. There was a festival happening in which they shut down the metro area's streets. I was across the ocean from all things familiar and was deeply, almost chemically allured by the lights, music and thrill of a distant culture. As the night wore on, the lights wore off a bit and I realized just how lost I was. Lost in my own life, not just lost in a foreign city's streets. All those miles from the things I'd done wrong, heartache I'd accrued and it was still there after the seduction of the festivities dissipated. It would serve as a prelude for the year to follow. A year of allowing club scenes and substance abuse to seep in and temporarily fix me with the same disappointing result as that night. Just like the song, it all began with a charming bounce and went to regretful and sinister in five and half minutes flat. The song was written and recorded later in truly crude means for the digital age. I recorded it in a borrowed bedroom with a mixer wired into a cheap computer with RCA cables. It's one of the most important songs to me and that's it's story.