All that Britpop influence from college is finally sparking in me something profound…They didn’t know anything either, but they were talented. I have finally discovered that I am not talented at anything musically, and it’s kind of an absolution.

You sold your soul and made credit card debt to be in a rock band just because you and your best friend were good at guitar hero. You thought you were John Mayer or Jimi Henrix because you bought a Stratocaster like the one they played.

I bought my first Stratocaster working at gamestop in college. The mexi version…it was spicy. I played that every night after class hoping to become something. Learning all kinds of riffs and chords, doing it all from YouTube and tab, thinking, we really might have something here….

My best friend owned my old guitar, a squire Stratocaster, so we started practicing together with a few others from his college. What was that thing we were missing, A FUCKING DRUMMER!

When our drummer moved in next door, we knew this was fate, so I maxed my first credit card and got Katbi an epiphone les Paul. We needed it for the band. The cops were only called on us twice for practice, but it could have been many more.

The two shows we played at little Mexico in Ada, Ohio were two of the best nights of my life, chaotic as hell both of them, for different reasons, but great, and I will debate you until trump melts into the Potomac that we have the best cover of ‘Baba O’Riley’ on Youtube.