20 years in the making I finally put my first record out. Due to copious amount of weed smoking in my youth I don’t remember much vividly. I remember being scared, love struck, and all that but I don’t remember when and wheres.
But I do remember the first time I picked up a guitar. The first time I spoke into a mic. The first time I hit a drum. Hell, I remember banging on a fisher price piano in my high chair watching the muppets. I remember every fucking thing about those moments. The smell, the touch, everything.
There isn’t much I’ve wanted to do in this life as much as play music, listen to music, be around music. It takes up most my days. Even when I’m writing sketch comedy or whatever, I have to be listening to the perfect album to write THAT sketch. Its pulled me out of depression, addiction, and even suicidal thoughts.
I don’t know what this record will do for other people. I know we set out to make a rock record. Not prop comedy. But not preachy unfunny bullshit either. A rock record with lyrics that mattered to me. Lyrics about all of the horrible politics in this weird, about being a weirdo and setting out to find other weirdos.
Maybe this will make some of you feel less alone. I hope it does. Thats what music does for me everyday.
Thanks to everyone who made this possible! Go get it! Pass it around. Burn it for friends. This is just the beginning.