I wrote this song thinking about the sound of "road trips", specifically the ones my parents would take. There were certain songs that would pop up on the radio ("Homeward Bound" by Simon and Garfunkel, "Jesusland" by Ben Folds) and I would automatically go back to my childhood, staring at the highway dividing line.

I originally wanted to use footage from the trip Mark and I took to Spain for the song. We took a train from Madrid to Barcelona, and I shot out the window with a Lumix, but I think I'll upload that some other time.

Instead, I decided to take advantage of the fact that Mark and I were taking a trip up the Lost Coast to Shelter Cove and I took my trusty 7D with me, of course.

I also wanted to give it the look of the old family films (in which my father would document road trips...on Super-8). I remember becoming a pre-teen and watching the footage and realizing that my father was never in any of the shots - of course, because he was always holding the camera. Interesting, because I always felt that his presence, in general, was lacking - but that's a different whiny story altogether. :)

Anyway, the footage was often of me and my brothers making silly faces, not knowing what to do with our eyes, or just sticking our hands out to block the lens. At this point, viewing the footage for the first time in years, the most striking thing for me to notice as an "older child" is watching my mother, alone, dealing with us, being photographed by some faceless spectre. It was a few years after the footage was taken that my mom dumped my father and became the single mom that the footage inadvertently reflected.

Soooo...I wanted to recreate that loneliness that I perceived. I basically shot Mark doing everything and I edited everything together to look like he was a man whose only goal was to cross the state line.