:::: I am not the greatest at grammer nor spelling and it hasnt been a priority to impress through someone elses idea of perfection than my own. I was also a special education student and didnt have patience to be around other conformed ways of thinking. I go through life communicating to the best of my ability, So I hope you can follow enough and read well.:::::::
In 1994 I was deep in spiritual war and experiencing a plateu of darkness in my entire being. I drank alcohol, smoked pot regularly and dabbled with other substances a few times. Nothing truely removed my pain but music and art. One n ight I did some acid and I had met with the most overwhelming fear imaginable. It felt like my ass was on fire and that I was separated from god and that I had done somthing terribly wrong. I had felt like my soul was leaving me in another paradox and that I was dieng.
I was experiencing loss of self and loss of being and through this, truths arised in my path that kept me going and beleiving in myself. One of those truths were a vision, a moment I had with a painting of a tree. I was visiting a strange friend and as I Walked through his door I glanced upon the wall at this breath taking scene, a picture, a home. It was a picture of a tree. I slowly approached this tree and became one with it, unknowingly I was connecting to somthing bigger than I. I knew that what I was feeling was deep because I was holding tears from gushing out of my face. I became one with this image and over time I discoverd the trees meaning to others in history and philosophy.I sought out others opinions on the tree and it became my formost priority of thought.
In 1995 I was removed from trauma and chaos then placed into a setting that served an illusion of a normal family. I was 15 years old. This new placement helped me heal from what I had just experienced as "a near death experience" numerous times like the acid trip. I moved from Indiana to Kentucky where the city was bigger and musical opportunity was more available. I got a job at a music store called "MOMS MUSIC". I worked there for a year and a half. I was then later fired from the job because I spent to much time day dreaming and writing while in the store and on the job. It was the only job I had ever had other than writing and performing. During my time of calm and short lived peace I recorded and wrote music for the (orange) album. I had no idea what I was doing but I knew what I wanted. It came from a very pure place. Making this music saved my life from death, prison and loosing my mind. The first album I recorded took me 2 and a half years to write and record. During that time I proceeded to put together people who would help me make this vision absolute. It never happened, but I did get it done through other people. I minipulated there ability and lack of talents to see where I was coming from and to keep myself excited. I wrote my first record on a Tascam 4 track and as a matter of fact the (orange) album song "Cling" was from my 4 track sessions. My brain thinks as an arranger and my heart feels like and acid trip. Together my heart and mind was able to put together the (orange) album as some my know it today.
As all this was taking place I was trying to carry people along with me to understand my vision and in hopes that they could evolve from this place I couldnt define but only in mood and color. Everyone else defined their place as I watched over the Tree and the music and its true form.
:::::::How the name Days of the new Became:::::
As I was giving birth to this mood and undifined part of myself. I since the age of 11 had ponderd and played with conspiracy thought, peace, liberation, revolution and fighting the war of spirit with music(world war 3). I had delusions of a new world manifesting itself through the hearts of individuals and the tiredness of lies.(propaganda) I felt to carry my visions and truths to represent this spirit and growth. So the first thing that came to mind was Days of the New world order. Then later in the back of a car i sat with my sister in the front of the car , I called out "Days of the new, thats it" thats what I'll call it. I then later began to expose my revelation to my friends such as the former known bass player on (orange) Jesse Vest, That at the time was not yet conjoined with my ideas and creation. I called Jesse Vest on day and said " Hey man I know what I want to call my new project" he said "whats that dick" I said "Days of the New" He said "thats fucken gay" I said "whatever dude , you dont get it. and he never did, but he took the ride anyway for his own reasons and I want to go into detail with that in another blog and story I write soon.
I will continue to tell my side of the story that I had never told because of fear and because I was hurt that people were in my life beleiving in there own agendas while de-validating mine i went into a state of denial that later started my drug addiction.
Next I will write how the team came together and how it was more of a "Lets kiss Travis' ass so he doesnt bitch than a group of friends who shared a truth.
Thanks for reading. ~ Travis Meeks