This came from a since-abandoned album that hatched during covid, not long after I abandoned my attempt at completing the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). Videlicet, the trail from Wild. I gave up not too far north from the Bridge of the Gods, the border between Oregon and Washington.
Washington is gnarly dude, one of my companions for that stretch of trail told me.
She had flip flopped, travelled to Washington before and completed that section while the weather was better, like so many of the class of 2019 faced with the relentless precipitation that year.
Not me. I was Nobo all the way. Northbound. And now, very late in the season, having lost so much time holed up waiting for passes to become passable.
The weather in Oregon had already been iffy. Already frozen us to the core, dumped feet of snow, destroyed my phone and the nearly completed novel I had dictated throughout my journey. Turns out wifi backup don’t work so good in the woods.
This song isn’t about any of those things. But when I got warm and dry and comfy back in modern life and could plant in front of my computer without needing to hoof it thirty miles or pause to dress a buckshot of hornet stings—
—well, a lot came out.
What I like about this song is the journey from harsh dissonance to a drop that’s quiet and more reflective, an inversion of typical EDM. I’m always trying to create harmonious transitions that can still surprise; they make sense yet are unexpected. The conceptual level of music allows for unlimited freedom, and that is where indie artists can really make hay.
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