“If You’re Passing By” is a song about redemption, with grace blooming from confession and peace arising from forgiveness. It’s a song about the freedom of letting go in order to redefine your own life, accepting without surrendering. It’s about allowing yourself to be fragile without the fear of being perceived as weak. It’s about arising from despairs. It’s about the courage to leave, not the distress of running away… arising and evolving… allowing yourself a rebirth… “I guess it’s time to go”… 
 
I initially wrote “If You’re Passing By” for the “Love Is A Promise Whispering Goodbye” album, but finally decided to keep it for myself, like so many other songs I wrote during that particularly confused and melancholic period of my life, somehow reluctant to publicly unfold the reminiscence of inhibited moments, thinking they were feeding the perpetual bleakness of the shadowing despairs I was accepting to live with at the time. I’ve learned over the years that time doesn’t heal anything, it only gives a greater appearance of life to what’s dead, and becomes the personification of some bright colors to our same old black and white illusions and fake plastic chimeras. Read More »

Is Hope A Safe Place To Fall?

As the guys were composing the songs, crafting them, working on the arrangements, and recording them, I had the privilege of being with them in studio. This is something I wrote as they were crafting the song “If You’re Passing By”.

At that point, the album was not yet finished, but we knew pretty much what shape it would take. This blog, though, was still pretty far in my mind, and I wasn’t thinking of it at all. But as I was watching them, listening to them, and sharing the emotions they were living through the music, I felt compelled to write something. It might have never been used, but I needed to write it.

This blog is a recollection of thoughts and moments, incomplete, but raw, as I lived the moment.

– Stephanie

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June 29th, 2012
5:00pm

Looking back on 5 years, you realize that the most incredible joy walks hand in hand with the deepest of all despairs. Maybe after all, joy could never “be” without despair. Can we know what beauty is until we’ve sought what’s truly ugly? This is a little bit how I see Your Favorite Enemies’ story; we needed to experience the most horrible things in order to know that a beautiful treasure was right under our nose: US. Read More »