My Brother Went To College To Become

I Find That Life Is Easier When It Is Just A Blur With No Details To Confuse Who Or What Or Where I Was So When The Ending Comes The Full Regret Will Be Obscure

My Dad, Who Plays Guitar And Piano And Was In Cover Bands, Along With My Older Brother, Matt, Taught Me Guitar And Stuff. I Started Writing Acoustic Songs And Playing By Myself In 7th Grade.

And The Sad Act Like Lepers They Stick To The Shadows They Long To Ring Bells Of Warning To Tell Of Their Coming So That The Pure Can Shut Their Doors.

There's A Lot Of Optimism In Changing Scenery, In Seeing What's Down The Road.

I've Never Conceptualized Much Of What I Write About. Maybe, Once I'm Onto Something, I'll Conceptualize A Finished Record. I Want The Songs To Tie Together And Make Sense Together. I'm Not Like, "oh, I Want To Explore This Idea." That's Just Not How The Creative Process Works For Me. It's More Like Something Strikes Me, Or Finds Me, And Then I Wrestle With It After That. I Don't Sit Back In My Armchair, Like, "what Kind Of Philosophy Can I Explore Today?"