Another original masterpiece.
This one is about the inevitable reach.
Our innate ability to keep grasping for what we desire, what we believe we need,
even if the distance is impossible.
Even if the distance makes us powerless.
Copyright Erica Wolfling 2014
Now we’re exploring the passionate grit, the capacious caverns of instinctive emotion, the burrows of past and future pain manifested into seemingly meaningless tones and frequencies. Cumulatively this is my heart and soul, my desire, my wildfire. Here I am vulnerable; a feeling that is increasingly becoming familiar and comfortable.
I share with you another cover. The strikingly beautiful Braille from Regina Spektor’s debut album 11:11. After a particularly defeating day I sat down at my piano and recorded this on my cellphone. I hope you have time give it a listen.
I wrote this song after a long bike ride. I had outlined a snazzy piano riff earlier that day and believed it could sustain an entire song. So I poured myself a glass of wine, snuggled down into the piano bench, and developed what eventually evolved into “Platform.”
I needed to write this to let go of the last few flecks of heartbreak. I needed to write it to avenge my own personal injustices of love maintained; to plant some glimmer in the rubble left behind. As the title suggests “Platform” is about raising someone up. Lifting them and supporting them while they walk all over you. Metaphors.