Stay with me thru september, summer didn't last
and there aint nobody in new york city, could need you half as bad
i can picture how you’re livin, in a tiny 4th floor flat
and there's times that a thousand acres and the rocky mountains can’t compete with that
With the first single September, off Corb’s album “Cabin Fever”, we hoped to create a distinctly Albertan and haunting Rocky Mountain vision of the solitary cowboy, broken hearted, and preparing for a cold winter of solitude. The woman, now off to New York to fulfill her dreams, is a vision of August and things past. She’s just a memory that never turns her face back to us—always leaving over the hill. Corb, our hero and songwriter, on occasion imagines himself in New York, but the image never matches his fantasy. It’s alien, full of glass and steel, and his love is nowhere to be found. Instead, he is left to the tasks of the ranch, riding alone, and singing solo on a worn out porch. He rides the fence line, steers cattle, and crests hill upon hill of empty meadows. All the time the indifferent and ancient Rocky Mountains look on. They’ve seen this story a hundred times before. Man and horse, and a longing country song as salve.