To be totally honest, I almost didn’t release this song at all.
It started as a pretty straightforward demo—basic structure, decent groove, everything technically in place—but something about it just didn’t sit right with me. It sounded a little too clean, too cute. Like a jingle you’d hear in a quirky ad, not something I’d want to put on an album. It didn’t feel like me. So I shelved it. Pulled it from the lineup. Replaced it with another track I had better luck with—though I honestly can’t even remember which one now. Funny how that works.
Still, the song kept poking at me from the back of my mind. I knew there was something there, I just couldn’t see it clearly yet. It was like trying to remember a dream you almost had—just out of reach, but lingering.
So while I worked on other tracks, “Rabbit Hole” stayed in the background. I didn’t touch it much at first, just let it hang out on the hard drive. But every now and then, I’d stumble onto a sound or a texture in another song that felt like it belonged in “Rabbit Hole.” Maybe it was a drum tone I dialed in, a riff that didn’t quite fit in its original place, or a mixing technique that gave something a little more grit. I'd grab it and drop it into “Rabbit Hole,” just to see if it clicked.
Little by little, the song started to evolve. It was like I was Frankensteining it together from spare parts of my other ideas—but instead of turning into a monster, it started to come alive in its own weird way. The vibe shifted. What began as a bluesy little jingle started leaning more into rock territory. A little more swagger, a little more punch. I’ve never been too hung up on sticking to one genre anyway, so that shift didn’t bother me. If anything, it was a relief. The song had finally stopped feeling like someone else’s and started sounding like mine.
What’s funny is that even though I kept putting this track on the back burner, it just wouldn’t let me forget about it. I’d be excited about a shiny new idea, and then “Rabbit Hole” would tap me on the shoulder like, hey, remember me? And eventually, I had to listen. Sometimes the songs that stick in your head like that are the ones that end up meaning the most—not because they’re deep or complex, but because they’re honest.
And that’s what this one is. Honest. Simple. Catchy as hell. The lyrics aren’t trying to reinvent the wheel or win a Pulitzer, but I think that’s part of the charm. It’s not meant to be a thinker—it’s more of a “yep, I’ve been there too” kind of song. I feel like anyone from just about any generation could hear this one and go, “Yeah… I get that.”
So yeah, “Rabbit Hole” almost didn’t make it. But I’m glad it did. Sometimes the songs you’re most unsure about are the ones that surprise you in the end. This one definitely did.