I wrote this in my mother's dining room. I think there was actually a box on the floor marked "fragile."
I was grappling with a number of existential issues then (and now), and the figure of Christ came to mind as I wrote. He was a man with so much to teach and share, and yet, in the dominant Christian narrative, his words seemed to take a backseat to the spectacle of his death.
That never sat well with me. It's a disappointingly human pattern, this prioritization of bombast over substance, the emotional over the actual.
Anyhow, in the opening progression you can hear a little "Seattle" bend. We were 90s kids, for sure.
We were running our guitars through our combos in the studio, but on this track the engineer had a Marshall cabinet left over from another session. Chris ran his guitar through that and you can really hear a much more substantial bottom end in the chorus.
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