Cary Morin

This song wades into buyer's remorse and the strange sensation of watching our own lives play out like a reality show. With the current state of things in this country, I've slowed my restless movement — fewer miles, more intention. Celeste and I have put down roots in Colorado in a way we never quite managed over the past few decades.

The songs are shifting too. What started as simple blues ideas are opening up into something with more to say — social commentary creeping in at the edges. The more time I spend building songscapes, the more directions I feel pulled. I want to paint something you can place yourself inside, something that speaks to where you are and what surrounds you. To do that well, I need to understand you better. That's the work.

The feel of this one reaches back to Sade — her music had taken up permanent residence in my head during production and simply refused to leave. The lyrics came out fast, almost frantic, then got rethought entirely once the track was laid down. I gave the song room to breathe after that, let it sit and settle, and that patience paid off. Melodies emerged from the quiet — guitar lines and other elements that only revealed themselves once I stopped forcing it.