Movin' is about a high school student I had named Seth Koeller, who I tutored in Mathematics and guitar. Seth and I had quite a few run-ins on doing his Mathematics, which he resisted and made a big deal out of doing, but he could fingerpick damn well and had lots of talent and passion as well as angst galore. Seth's greatest strength was honesty and he loved his dog Pico, a very sweet Golden. In the house there was a picture of Seth surfing when he was just a little kid. Apparently he was quite good, naturally very athletic and beautiful. The girls loved him, obviously, even though we never talked about that stuff. I mostly fought with him or tried to outsmart him, uncuccessfully, into doing his math and keeping his mom and dad, Mary and Paul, happy. Seth did say he would like to be an astronaut and I told him he would definitely need to learn some math for that. I became close with the family, really loved them; sometimes patched up friction as the outside ear.

Well, one night I got a call from another mother whose son I was tutoring telling me Seth was dead, that he had been hit by a car after curfew late at night while walking along the narrow and treacherous route 1 out by Montara. Mary was too old to have another. I woke up one night really late and started singing the opening chorus and then the verses came out quickly. The marimba part stuck in my head for a long time until I found that marimba waiting for me at the Bakery Studios in Athens, GA. I didn't know they had one and such a thing is not common to come by.