My best friend and bandmate Jeff, and also host of The Club, is sharing never-told stories only to The Club members. Here is an excerpt of the story about the song “Snowflakes in July”.
[…] We then started to talk about this last chapter, this last vinyl for the very meaningful song that is Snowflakes in July, I asked him how he felt regarding this song at this very moment in time, as we’re ending what seems like the most fulfilling year of our lives, and are just starting to realize how different we are from that same time last year…! He said:
“All the souvenirs that shape the person I am, that strangely give a meaning to all that silence I’ve been filled with for years, that help me face the emptiness I still feel to this day when I think of ending as a simple picture on which the colors fade as fast as we regret every broken promise, knowing that one day, always too soon, the only thing that will matter is the measure of love we shared with others… This is what will define the image of ourselves that people will remember as they stand before us, gone like a snowflake in July… That’s how I feel… a little more at peace than I can comprehend, maybe.”
As we hung up the phone, those simple words kept echoing in my mind: “the measure of love we shared with others.” I thought this was so beautiful, so powerful, such an inspiring invitation. Whereas everything seems to be collapsing sometimes, as it was for Alex when he first stepped in Tangier, a story I really hope he’ll share with you all someday, that invitation to offer ourselves to others in need, knowing that we’ll never be forgotten when our moments of desperation will come, that’s what matters the most. Love is free to give yet it costs everything we have, that’s the catch, especially when we have been bruised up, hurt or broken by love. It’s hard to trust in love’s liberating nature and even more to be willing to offer ourselves once again.
“The measure of love we shared with others” is what I believe remains at the center of “Windows in the Sky”, the spirit with which it has been crafted, and Snowflakes in July incarnates it in a grandiose honesty.