Blind Spot
Stacking Theory

This is a song about loss, aging, and insecurity. It’s all pretty straight forward.

6 years ago my best friends moved to the other side of the world. We chat every day, sending messages, wordles, and heardles back and forth. There are a few glorious hours where we’re all awake at the same time, but mostly we live in each others’ blind spots.

The song is built around a sampled tambourine, sampled chimes, and a lonely maraca on my thigh. I have also recorded the sound of my wringing of hands over the chorus.

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In the middle of the night
I am talking to you
but you can’t hear me
and you can’t see me

and in the middle of the night
you are talking to me
but i can’t hear you either

and i don’t know
whatever it is
i’ve done
that makes you love me

no i don’t know
whatever it is
i’ve done
that makes you love me

in the middle of my life
i’m starting to scream
but you can’t hear me
and you can’t feel me

and in the middle of my life
walls crashing on me
and i can’t feel you either

and i don’t know
whatever it is
i’ve done
that makes you love me

no i don’t know
whatever it is
i’ve done
that makes you love me

fading lights and changing tides
i stumble in and out of finding my stride
and in the blind spot
we collide

in the middle of the night
your life continues
in the middle of the night
in my blind spot