about

Sad

Slow

DIY

Rock

What started as a teenage lark has persisted through three decades of sorrow, love, confusion, and hope.  With each sealed packet of vibrations, we strive to gather the points in a constellation, connecting the disparate, tamping down the loneliness through benevolent artifice.  We have learned that the guitar anointed in distortion conveys delicacy, that the unfamiliar melding of words replaces such shopworn realizations as, “I’m sad,” “I’m afraid,” “I’m alone,” “I need more.”  We are changed.  We are what comes out the other end of the grinder.  We are the vow of the ember; its potential to tear asunder, and its promise to reclaim.  We are I Think It Rained.