The Moving Front is three guys that played music for a long time, then this other guy came in for like a second to sing and went to do other stuff no one knows what and no one can really speculate, then this other guy came in and started singing if you could call it that and bossing every one around and kind of took shit over like some kind of a-hole tyrant. Then some people got girlfriends and stopped getting into trouble and some got married while other people got out of really long term relationships and debated whether getting into trouble was worth it in the long run and took the safe route by being generally abrasive. Like anything, it all gets messy but it's still good 'cause this music isn't about that mess anyways. 'Cause it isn't about us. I mean, this paragraph is, because it is about us. It's supposed to be, but the music isn't. Suddenly people started realizing that Little Rock was for real, then the Sun exploded and everyone went to live in a distant star cluster and all the gods of our legends came back all at once and I was there throwing up my hands going "Aw, jeez. What the fuck ever." That's when we knew it was really something. Whatever that thing is. At that point it was 3:32 in the morning and we all had to work the next day. -j
