This is virtually a David Bowie song. It is. It's "Quicksand," but in my own world, with my own agenda. Let's all just accept that and move on.

Okay...now that THAT is out of the way...

This one was one of the handful actually written DURING the "quarantine" that went largely ignored in Missouri and elsewhere. I was very definitely observing it. I was completely isolated for months, and at the time of writing have been only sparsely "back" into society. (I don't know that I'll ever be comfortable at a large event again, actually...) But this one was written when the language of the pandemic was still in heavy effect. When "social distancing" wasn't a joke. When "get back to normal" wasn't a liberal concept, but was a universal goal. You know... That afternoon...

The most alarming part of the "shut down" if you can call it that was that despite the fact that so many of us were social distancing, working from home (if at all), and doing our best to keep one another alive...the police were still murdering Black people and pretending they had the right to do it. George Floyd was murdered. Breonna Taylor was murdered. Several others were murdered... By cops. Deny it all you want. You KNOW the truth.

And in the end, sitting alone in my home, waiting for the pandemic to end--watching people being so selfish as to throw Memorial Day parties and keep their bars open in my own city...watching the police mow down Black people like it's all in a day's work... I kept having the thought, "I don't think THIS is what we meant by "get back to normal." And this song came out of it.

If you disagree, please never listen to my music again. I do not want to entertain you.

(But if you agree and just don't particularly like this song, that's cool. I probably could've done a better job mixing it in your case.)