It’s been a little bit, but it’s my goal to post every day in April and I wanted to start off with a bang. As the one year anniversary of the Peace EP (Phuket!) looms, I will be releasing exclusive content related to the record… random notes, field recordings, photos, and demos from my time in Thailand in 2012. The following is the first in a series of live in-studio performances entitled “#reellife“, because, well, it’s real life on a digital reel. No cuts, no fluff, just straight to the point performance takes of songs, and I won’t be the only one participating (hint, hint).
I wrote this one a few days after I arrived in Thailand. The women I was staying with had to go to their day jobs teaching English, so I went to work, too. Much to my delight, I had been gifted a a surprise guitar and it didn’t leave my hands much during my time in Phuket. The salt does sting. I had a small cut on either my foot or my knee, and remember stepping into the sea for the first time with a wince, thinking, “well, it’s better than cleaning it with the thai tap water.” This is also a turning point in my relationship with water. The first day at the beach, I forgot to bring water. Dolt. I got burned and dehydrated. The sun over there is no joke, it will destroy any unprepared pasty flesh in a heartbeat. I quickly realized how important it was to carry a bottle with me at all times, which I have pretty much made regular practice since. Now, when I sing the chorus for this song, I can hear the fledgling lovey-dovey relationship I had begun with water even two years ago.
Here’s a Cabin Fever 2014 acoustic version of Salt Stings:
What is your relationship with water like? Have you spent an honest minute in reflection with the substance we know everything and simultaneously / paradoxically nothing about? How much do you ingest? Why do you go about your relationship with aqua life the way you do? I’ve gotten into the recent repetition of dumping cold water over my head at the end of my bathing ritual to remind myself near-daily of how lucky I am to have access not only to clean, but also hot water. In Bangkok, I bathed with a steel bowl and a wash basin several times a day. The city of six million people is as hot as it is dirty, and sometimes the only respite from both was to dump water overhead and soak in the mild refreshment.
I feel this song has come a long ways, and to share the recorded version seems to lessen my experience with it. So, grab yourself a fresh glass of water, give it an intentional thought, take a sip, and dive in.
I’ve got lots of content up my sleeve for the coming month, stay tuned…