It was May 2008. I had just finished Stumbling Thru the Woods and was flying to Nashville from Seattle to get trained for my new job. After I had gone through airport security I was walking to my gate from the food court and kept seeing all these beautiful girls. As I turned my head from side to side and did double take after double take, I grew more and more overwhelmed. I kept walking and I kept thinking “I feel like a dog…in a cage”.
After I got to Nashville I was at my hotel and thought of the lines that came to me at the airport. I wrote a bunch of lyrics afterwards and sang them all straight into my laptop. It was about 3 or 4 minutes of stuff but once I got back to Seattle only the first little verse stuck. I put some music together and the first real demo actually had an acoustic section and a spoken word part. It was kind of a mess, but I really loved the beginning. I didn’t forget about the song but set it aside for the time being.
As the weeks wore on it became more apparent that Seattle was just not working for me. My mother was sick, I missed Tennessee, my relationship with my then-girlfriend was not working out, and it was time to go home. I was very fortunate to be working for a company that was based in Nashville, so I told my boss’s boss that I wanted a transfer. Luckily, it all worked out. I really could not tell you where I would be if that had not happened. All I wanted was to get back to Tennessee and find a place where I could create and focus on music, which I did not have the vanity of in Seattle due to a long commute and lack of creative ‘space’.
As summer turned into autumn, I was laying out the story for Let’s Rock. I had a tentative tracklisting and began to figure out exactly how I was going to execute it. I wanted to open the album with a reflective song from the hero, and then a song of destruction and vice from the villain. A couple of weeks after I wrote “Looking for Forever” I thought to myself “hmm, there is that Every Man thing I did…” and so I went to work. I threw out everything after the first verse and one day as I sat at Chik Fil-A the second verse came straight to me (my friends are all full of shit, etc.).
I knew this was meant to be a multi-section song. The first ‘album version’ of this song had this really eerie choral section with 5 distorted voices singing the second section which would dive into a very odd showtune about “hitting the town in style…”. My brother heard this part and was very disappointed to find it missing entirely from the final album.
Months went by and I still was not pleased and decided to once again cut everything but the first section. It was April of this year and I was really itching to get the album done. I had something special going and knew deep down that my second song had to be bad ass. I had to prove to everyone, including myself that I wasn’t fucking around this time.
One Saturday I just decided I should write a disco song. I made a beat and started a bassline in C minor, and BAM. Someone had cut the cord, and the elevator dropped to the bottom of the building. The lyrics from the previously cut section fit right in, and I tried some falsetto vocals that just could not have worked any better. I was able to finish off the lyrics quite fittingly due to the inspiration of a forbidden romance at the time.
After a few weeks of tweaking effects, I had myself a song. It had been a year since I wandered around that airport, and those little thoughts had grown into perhaps my best song yet.