its hard for me to imagine

a life without music

i got into it the same time as puberty

and the growth has been natural ever since

but it took falling out of love with it

to make me really want to do it

it took drug and booze binges

and long nights of shouting at the mirror

years of reading bookstacks that never end

i didnt want to write this album at first

too much to reveal at once

like ripping off a bandage

the first half of the album is av

the second half is elul

so you know its gonna be crazy

the uncertainty of it all

thats what keeps me going back to it

its above emotions

its not happiness or sadness

its more confused than that

its uncertainty

a state of being we all can understand

that's why the chaos of organizing this whole record production hasn't really gotten to me

its the devil that feeds the angel, so to speak

i tried to write this record my freshman year, but it clearly wasn't happening

the best i could come up with was to re-write "Lessons" and therefore ironically miss the point of that album

OR

write some halfass sociocultural critique of Texas A&M...which is not that different from "Lessons"

I guess the difference is, for this album, there aren't any antagonists. Nope, take that back. Me. I'm it. I am the only enemy I have, in the end. It's not the kid fighting the town anymore. It's the hypocrite fighting himself, only getting anywhere because he's blessed with awesome friends and family. It took me 4 years to come to that point and put it in setlist form. It looks scary but it sounds rockin and that's all ive ever wanted to do with my life. Cause Grandma (see you soon!) knew I'd always be the kid blasting the stereo all day. Baruch Hashem!