"in the garage, i feel safe. no one cares about my ways."
Like many other high-school nerds nationwide, Chris and I (along with our good friend and future bassist, Andy) bonded in the confines of the Brookfield Central locker room before and after gym classes. Classes mostly spent trying to avoid the athletic requirements of unheard-of "sports" like "quarfball" while making fun of idiot jocks and figuring out which songs we could learn to play with our meager musical capabilities when we'd hang out over the weekend with Pat (our drummer).
Every song, note, guitar strum and cymbal crash on this record remind me of that very special time in life when the only thing I really wanted was to be in a basement with my best friends, playing music and watching the hours fly by as if we had a lifetime to lose...in retrospect, I suppose we did.