Written in part as an homage to one of Steve’s early influences—Joni Mitchell—a wistful melody and gently flowing piano provide a lush canvas for the plaintiff and playful stylings of soprano saxophonist, Tod Dickow (Ella Fitzgerald, Harry Connick, Jr., Charged Particles, Maceo Parker).
“On a clear day you can just see the jutting rocks of the Farallon Islands, hovering on the horizon off the San Francisco shore. It's a bit mysterious—something like a Galapagos of the Bay—and on a few occasions, hiking the ocean cliffs near my home, I've had the fleeting thought, Maybe I'll just swim to the Farallons... This song is a salve against such nihilisms, and a pledge to nurture and honor the wounded part in our psyche that longs for healing.”