It started with a simple idea—something to do with shimmering guitars and glacial tempos. Or was it glacial temperatures? No matter. In the beginning there was a cold garage and vacuum tubes glowing blue in the shadows.
The idea came first, the drummer came last and late. Doesn't it always happen that way?
And then the writing. Always the writing, the shifting, the editing, the trash can, the beer cans. The definition. The family name.
Who are you? What is your name? Where do you come from, who was your mother, will you love me forever? Tell me your stories.
The songs
tell the story. And the story is always changing...
Wait—did you hear that?...