On the corner of Welsey Avenue and University Boulevard, a few blocks from the southern edge of metro Denver sits The Pioneer, the unofficial capital of warm tacos and cold beer for University of Denver students. My apartment sat precisely two blocks to the west for the two years I lived in the Mile High City and this song was birthed along that cracked stretch of sidewalk between The Pioneer and home. Some combination of friends and classmates led to an extended evening which spanned the nightly Happy Hour during which time frozen margaritas were just cheap enough to be dangerous. After finishing last calls with a friend and putting him in the back seat of a friend's station wagon, I turned to make the treacherous two-block journey back to Gaylord Street with the goal of not getting lost. In a mantra reminiscent of the Little Engine That Could, I reminded myself that, "I think I can find my way back home." In a moment of mental slushiness, I suddenly saw the entire structure of a song starting from that line all the way through the guitar-tap percussion that I had been trying to somehow integrate into a recording.
In that moment, with lyrics bouncing around the brain pan, my new challenge was not only to get home promptly but also to retain the lyrics and melody bubbling excitedly to the surface of my mind. The notebook sheet I filled up when I got home looks like a bit of a train wreck but I was relieved the next morning to see the copious notes I had written the night before as well as the very serious sound recordings I had made of the melody on my phone. The song was never meant to represent any attempt at profound lyrical cleverness, but I always enjoy how the rhythmic pulse of the music and lyrics manage to take me back to the goofy simplicity of stumbling home down Wesley Avenue.
This music video was more or less a time-kiling project. I wiled away bus rides to Jerusalem and train rides to Tel Aviv by doodling on the iPad and just running with any idea that popped into my head. Since neither animation nor drawing represent marketable elements of my professional skill set, working on these doodles represented a refreshing, pressure-free gear change that made me look forward to the otherwise mediocre experience of a bus ride in Israel.
I find that having these little ongoing side projects are key to maintaining enthusiasm as they provide the opportunity to plug in different creative parts of the brain at will, without any particular outcome in mind.