I’ve always had a childlike fascination with Mount Everest—the idea of those early adventurers setting out to summit the world’s highest peak, taking on risks that feel almost unimaginable by today’s standards. Back in the 1940s and 50s, the danger wasn’t just part of the story—it was the story, magnified tenfold by the unknown.

At the time I wrote this song, I remember falling down a low-budget YouTube rabbit hole, watching a documentary unfold chapter by chapter, tracking one team’s ascent. It held my attention for a while in that way certain things do—completely absorbing in the moment—before eventually slipping into the background as life tends to do, replaced by whatever the next passing focus becomes.

Mount Everest, also known by its original name Sagarmatha, became the backdrop for an imagined journey of my own. This song is built from that sense of exploration—real footage, imagined experience, and whatever was quietly pulling at my attention while I was writing it.

This is also a pretty honest snapshot of how I make music DIY. Whatever is lingering in my mind at the time—sometimes obvious, sometimes subtle—tends to shape the composition, arrangement, and lyrics in ways I don’t fully plan, but later recognize.

There’s a moment in this song you might miss if you leave too soon.

Out on the edge of the story—where the air thins and the sound almost disappears—there’s a bridge section that slips into something darker. A figure half-buried in snow, barely holding on, lost somewhere between breath and silence, frost writing its own ending across the body.

It’s a brief descent before the climb continues.

So if you’re listening, stay with it… that part is worth the wait.

Enjoy… this is a song called “Sagarmatha.”

Here is my original blog on this around the moment of release for additional fun facts : Sagarmatha

Sagarmatha
By David Husted

I'm unstable and Loving it
Think I might be off my meds
I'm unstable and Loving it
Can't get Everest off my chest

Drinkin Green tea with a Yak
Sherpa leading he's got my back
Hear that great big Long Horn
Dead Man Walking next you

Altitudes got me up all night
Take it to the mountain now's the time
Sagarmatha a hallowed ground
Sub zero not a sound

Chorus

How High?; the sky; she knows (Sagarmatha)
To rise above the depths below (Sagarmatha)
Tibetan Fang , Himalayan Spine
it gnaws , it grinds, it kicks, it bites


Bridge

No stars are out tonight
A Wall of Snow
Those Cold Winds blow
As ice fall down in sheets
Reflecting real life misery
frozen beards and heavy lids
Blue lips whispering
Wake up, Wake Up
Don’t fall asleep

Chorus

How High; the sky she knows (Sagarmatha)
To rise above the depths below (Sagarmatha)
How High; the sky she knows (Sagarmatha)
To rise above the depths below (Sagarmatha)
Tibetan Fang , Himalayan Spine