I went through a long period of time without singing. At all. Quite a few years, actually. Then a couple of my friends asked me to sing at their wedding, and I couldn’t imagine singing effectively unaccompanied, and I’m not a good enough guitarist to learn a piece written by someone else, so I felt obliged (and honored, of course) to write a piece for them.
This is not that piece.
This song was written a couple of days after the wedding, when I was made to confront my feelings of deep isolation and general strangeness. At the same time, I had also recently discovered that I had some kind of sense of connection to the story of Emily Dickinson. I had recently seen an interesting work performed by a supposed “expert” on Dickinson, and while the piece was certainly powerful, as I watched I kept feeling as though I was “off” or “wrong”, and I couldn’t understand why that would be, since at the time I knew nothing of the author except a fraction of one of her most famous poems.
I’m not a fan of poetry. I like lyrics.
So, anyway, I ended up researching Dickinson after I saw the work, and her story clung to me and somehow infused this song also.
I’d like to definitively state that this song is not about her. I’m not sure whom the song is about. Possibly me? Probably me.
Let me know what you think.