Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Shawn Biggs at Studio Paradiso, San Francisco, California
It's quite incredible that, after all of this time, with all of this technology, there have been no great advances in people just being people. There have been no great advances in people figuring out how to make themselves easier to be with, or easier to stay with. There's still a fire that needs to be lit. There's still an attractiveness that needs to be met to get from one tiny point in the continuum to the next tiny point. It's a draining ordeal and it's a nerve-rattler. It's always such an impossible and terrifying undertaking -- to even begin the thought process that another person will care enough about you to want to be with you exclusively, until the day that you both die. It makes you break out into a cold sweat just reading the words above, doesn't it? We use drinks and food to grease the wheels, but all of that is a charade. You're asking for so much. It's hysterical. People mess up so much. The restlessness that's harbored in all bodies just awaits the smelling salts, or an unpredicted hunger. Florida band Anberlin has explored these unknown endings for the past 12 years. Lead singer Stephen Christian sings about "wanting to the your last first kiss" here on this session and it's one of those romantically-laced sentiments that we're all so quick to call bullshit on. What a dream. What a fat chance there, right, but it happens. The very tiniest of success rates still propel us forward and likewise encourage us to keep much close to the vest. It's something that will never be mastered. The endings will never be seen before they end.