The Scareds are better than you. If you understand that, then you have found the beginning point for experiencing The Scareds.
There is no band better than The Scareds. If you understand that, then you are at step two.
Step three is acknowledging that although you might have enough knowledge of rockandroll history to semi-impress semi-attractive girls and wholly-inebriated factory workers at whatever bars you frequent, you have contributed nothing to that history and therefore exist as a pure bystander . . . a looker-on.
Step four is giving yourself to the songs and drinking deeply from the well.
Step five is sending us an add proposition.
Step six is us considering it. (A WARNING NOTE: We may--and by may we mean WILL-- laugh heartily at your expense).
Step seven occurs when we create even better songs that you are by no means worthy of listening to.
Step eight proceeds to step nine, which then (purely by an act of our collective will) SUDDENLY turns into step fifteen.
Step sixteen is when we add you as well, and end your days and days of torture.
Step seventeen is where you melt from sheer excitement at our having returned your pitiful offering of friendship.
Step eighteen: We cut a new song and your face melts.
