By Noah Paster
About nine winters ago, I was sicker than I had ever been in my entire life. Unfortunately, this wasn’t just a thing that lasted for a week or two and then went away. It happened back to back to back to back to back…bronchitis, fever, strep throat, head cold, flu, etc. I was lucky enough to be living in the house I grew up in, not trying to pay rent somewhere. I had just gotten off a tour with a band, quit all my jobs and school. While I was sick, I finally decided one day to start playing my guitar and writing some stuff. I would never consider myself a songwriter but I wanted to reflect on the fact how I never really saw the sun.
I never got out during those two to three months and began thinking of what could be the coldest, darkest place to be? I felt as if I was there and that’s when I began to think about the easiest answer possible: outer space. What could possibly be more cold, lonely, and dark more than outer space? I wrote a few pieces to reflect how I felt, hence the title “Space II”, but feel like the second movement really represented winter, being sick, and not seeing or communicating with anyone. Keep in mind, this was before everyone had a laptop, smart phone, or even had a good texting plan (I think I could send 200 a month?). I was truly down for the count and as isolated as possible.