Both songs have a thread of Piano in them (which I like to think of as the DNA of each song) but with different primary instrumentation. (gender equality, of course!) They share a very similar song structure too, from the intro piano arpeggio to the overall blueprint of the song. Both share an identical length, each: 4:04 long. Since “ Son” and the upcoming Atlas song “ Daughter” are sibling songs, I had a lot of fun playing off one another. If you listen closely, you’ll hear it being played on a couple occasions throughout the song. My friend (and life-shaper), Chris Heuertz recently gave me a Tibetan Singing Bowl as a gift. Shortly after, I received a magnifying glass in the mail from Bob, and ever since I’ve begun a little collection of magnifying glasses - reminders to look a little closer at the world around me. He recommended that I carry around a magnifying glass, and each day study and remember my daughter’s fingerprints. Earlier this year, I mentioned to him that I was feeling a little tired and less present in my life than I wanted to be feeling. The mention of the “ magnifying glass” honors my friend, Bob Goff. I won’t go into detail on each of those nods (there are about 10 of them,) but I will share a couple.
At least one word from each of them was woven into this song, which serves as a reminder to me of the many, many “fingerprints” that I have been so privileged to receive on my life so far- that have each helped me up, onto my own two feet. I texted several of them and asked “What are your 3 favorite words?” - in less than 24 hours each of them sent me their favorite 3. Aside from being inspired by the impact that each of these dudes have had on me, I thought it’d be a nice way to honor them by subtle but specific nods to them in the song. It’s really beautiful to take someone under your wing like that, in spite of the risk of being exposed to other's baggage and brokenness. I found myself amazed thinking through the kindness it takes to come alongside another person younger than yourself, to offer wisdom and experience for no reason other than to help. After staring at blank pages for weeks on end, I began thinking about the different mentors that have helped shape and initiate me into who I am up to this point.
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