"This seeds of this song came while on tour with John Brown's Body last fall and winter: a humid truck stop in New Mexico where a Subway lady said 'I see a whole lotta faces and I make a whole lotta sandwiches', a devastating phone call in Olympia from a close friend who broke up with me musically, the overwhelming feeling of economic recession in America, and the scariest day of flying I've ever had. Writing this song was torturous!
The Northwest shuts down in heavy snow storms. Attached is a picture of two busses hanging off the interstate in Seattle during one of those storms last December... we passed these on the way to our gig! A few days later, my flight from Oregon to Boston was the only flight they let out of the airport. The runway was all white and packed in with snow and as we took off I prepared myself for death. The depth of this song came from the way I felt staring at the icy wings of the plane and the little lights of Boston's suburbs as we descended through the desolate night. Relief, emptiness, pain, and human life/death."- Alex
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Rubblebucket
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