There is no song on “Songs for a Halfway Home” that is more enigmatic to me than “Cool My Jets”.
One of my favorite songs growing up was “All Mixed Up” by The Cars. Whenever I reached the closing minutes of their self-titled debut, I was overcome with curiosity. All in all, the song is kind of creepy, but the chorus always harkened the notion of a love that took care of you, that nurtured you, satisfied and fulfilled you. It was the kind of love that I wanted to know; the kind that I pined for.
There is something to be said for poignancy.
I’ve written hundreds of songs over the last several years and I’m not really all that sure why. I can tell you that, more than anything else, every time I write a song it feels like I’m a little bit closer to something greater than myself. Art is the catalyst to human evolution, I truly believe that. The more your eyes open, the more open you want them to be. I’m not sure if I can really pinpoint the exact instant that I began to chase that feeling, but I am positive that I know exactly when it enveloped me.