In August, I was fortunate enough to spend a week in the humid depths of Florida with my love.
The year previous, we visited (and fell in love with) the Nevada desert on a week-long trip to Las Vegas to celebrate my impending adulthood. (Turning 21 and still being asked for ID in a casino was pretty sweet validation.)
Already inspired by and enamoured with the arid emptiness of Nevada, I was surprised how much I adored Florida. For me, an unending source of inspiration is the ocean – I think I just have a Thing about vastness – and to be able to spend two days swimming in the Atlantic was a gift I’ll cherish for many years to come.
We stayed in a typical Motel, and spent the humid mid-afternoons beside the pool. I was scrolling through my tumblr feed and came across this delightful retro blog, bleedhoney, and there was something about the juxtaposition of those two words (as well as their implications – is it a demand? “Bleed, Honey!” or does it conjure images of a wound seeping venomous honey?) that I fell in love with. I spent the rest of the week meditating on the phrase, chewing over the chorus and a couple of verses, singing it at every opportunity (I’m incredibly annoying to be around while I’m pregnant with an idea).
When we returned to reality (days before the hurricane, and mere months before Florida would allegedly swing the vote in the election), I continued to obsess on the song.
Luckily for me, it obsessed over me too. Both versions (the acoustic version and what I refer to as the ‘full version‘ – the one Ruben has worked on, still very much in demo stage) I love! I hope you enjoy it!