Anonymous asked: dude! whats the story behind baby prayers? i know it was made when you were younger? but what were you doing around that time? give the people some insight. that album is rad is probably the best coma record
Well it was my first record under any project. It took years for me to record it, and I don’t remember a lot of it. I’ll try to rattle my brain for answers here…
A lot of it was recorded in my friend Kenny Norseworthy’s basement. We converted it into a studio of sorts, and we spent a lot of time there but his girlfriend didn’t like him spending time away from her so I ended up working on a lot of it myself. There was a piano there, and some other cool things. I learned a lot about recording just trying things in that basement.
Justin Blackburn, who is my best friend for over 6 years now, co wrote a lot of the lyrics on that album. I just wasn’t ready to express my mind yet…he got me to a place where I knew what I needed to say.
Certain songs take me back to crazier days. Days spent eating over the counter sleeping pills and drinking malt liquor until you can’t speak or move, days spent puking up everything and not knowing where to go. All those shows I played for no one…all that time I spent recording and not knowing why.
Then I finished it and for a year no one outside of Justin heard it. He kept telling me how much he loved it, he thought we were going to take over the world but I knew better…
Then Chaz told me to send some songs to “blogs” which was a foreign concept to me but I tried it out. I wrote them some awkwardly worded letters and people started posting my songs and I don’t know why. It was the opposite of what was trendy, but maybe they could hear how much of my soul I put into it.
That was a start. I don’t listen to baby prayers and honestly the fact that anyone could think it’s the “best coma record” is insane to me….but then again I understand…that record is the sound of youth trying to out live it’s sentence…it’s the sound of being poor and sad and having a goal you don’t understand and maybe never will.
I don’t regret it at all. If I could travel back in time I’d tell myself how proud I am for working so hard when shit got awful, and for being focused. I owe that 19 year old spending 20 hours a day in a hot, moldy basement tracking the same damn drums over and over everything.
Thanks. And thank you for listening.