As a child, I would often look through a certain scrapbook my dad had kept. Inside were many memories I did not have. Road trips to the American West. Seeing wild buffalo along the road. Roadside oddities somewhere in Utah and Arizona. For years, my dad would tell me his memories of those trips. My favorite memory of his? “Seeing the Rocky Mountains rising out of the ground outside Denver”.
In the summer of 2015, I finally took that trip. I saw those things for myself. It was as though I was transported to another era. Knowing my dad took those trips in the 1970s and 80s, I decided to write a song with the sort of analogue and early digital synths of the time…while crushing it to sound like a worn-out tape from long ago.