It’s been a long drought in San Diego. We crave the rain- we long for it. A few weeks ago when I heard rain on the roof- I walked outside just to feel the water on my skin. Everyday on my way to the studio, I drive past fields that bear the scars of California wildfires. Twisted, dead trees on the barren black land. It’s the dark side of the moon, it’s a different planet- a charred reminder of the drought we’re in.
The other day as I was driving past this barren earth, I began to think of my inner landscape. How many times does my soul look similar: burned, dead ground- abandoned and longing for rain…I know what it’s like to be thirsty- thirsty for more than just water. When your very soul is parched and dry, longing for the heavens to open up. And this rain feels like holy water, it feels like a miracle- washing the world clean, bringing everything to life. A baptism. A second birth. Waking me up, bringing me back from the dead.
Musically, this song felt like a homecoming of sorts for us. For Fading West we wanted to create a soundtrack for the film. And with this in mind, Fading West had a very intentional, restricted use of the electric guitar. But for this record, we had no limitations. Playing Holy Water for the first time truly felt like we had picked up our guitars again after a few years of dust. It felt as if rock and roll had thrown us a welcome home party.