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This song celebrates the fiery fullness of the Summer Solstice, the longest day, when the sun reigns high and wild. It’s a time of abundance, of dancing barefoot, of honoring the heat and the harvest to come. The song leans into joy, but also into the knowledge that the light begins to wane.

This song was inspired by the erosion of truth across science, politics, and belief systems. It was inspired by cognitive biases, emotional hooks, and the echo chambers of ignorance, hatred, and fear. What can be said about a society where conspiracy lies are more widely believed than scientific facts? I started thinking about Andrew Wakefield’s legacy of deception—how millions still believe vaccines are dangerous, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. But it doesn’t stop there. From climate denial to myths about political violence, we’re watching truth become mythology in real time. This song is a reflection, a warning, and a challenge. It’s not about you… unless it is.

In this song, I address the toxic, harmful type of man that many women come across from time to time. And sadly, many of these women get involved with them. Set to AI-generated music and visuals, the song is not intended to belittle men as I happen to have a loving, devoted husband of 42 years. I have two brothers who have never been and never could be men who belittle women. This song is not a generalization of men, but a written with only the desire to encourage women to be cautious and aware of the signs of this type of man, warning that his actions will never live up to his inflated sense of self-importance. I also offer a message of hope, advising women to seek out men who are loving, honest, and secure in themselves, rather than falling for those who seek to manipulate and control.

I wrote this song to round out my Halloween trilogy. This was inspired by a recent story I read about The Chelsea Hotel. I was actually looking to write a story about the haunted Cecil Hotel in San Francisco. I pivoted to The Chelsea because of its deep connection with writers, painters, photographers, poets, and musicians. And, of course, because of the reports of haunted rooms, hallways and elevators. The Chelsea Hotel is considered by some to be one of the most haunted places in all of New York City. Many notable artists, including writers like Mark Twain and Arthur Miller, artists like Jackson Pollock and Andy Warhol, and musicians like Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan, and many others, have stayed there over the decades since first opened its doors. According to eyewitness accounts, spirits of deceased residents still roam the hotel's halls to this day. The first ghostly appearance was said to have been a woman named Mary who hanged herself on the fifth floor. No one knows her last name or the exact circumstances of her suicide, but she is tied to the tragedy of the Titanic. Welsh poet Dylan Thomas died at the Chelsea Hotel in 1953 at just 38 years old. Perhaps the most tragic and disturbing event in the hotel's history was the 1978 murder of Nancy Spungen, the girlfriend of Sex Pistols bassist Sid Vicious.

This song is loosely based on the poem Christabel by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I had so much fun writing "She Walks the Graveyard" that I decided to create one with an even more Gothic theme. I found an old poem which I had, at first, intended to update for modern times but the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to keep the story, let alone modernize it. I love the Gothic theme of the poem, rich with moonlit woods, spectral presences, and ambiguous evil. However, as I started writing it, the more I wanted to twist the tale into something completely different. I hope you enjoy reading these lyrics when we enter into the season of pumpkins, bats, ghosts, and hobgoblins, or just whenever the mood strikes.