sometimes i think about how this band keeps pushing forward even when the road feels bent out of shape, and then october came with the ep and shifted the ground under our feet. the response hit harder than we expected. messages poured in from people who heard something in the songs that sounded like pieces of their own stories. that part stuck with me in a way i didn’t see coming.
by the time thanksgiving rolled around, i needed to breathe somewhere outside kansas city. so i flew to vegas. not for the chaos. not for the noise. i wanted space to sit with the new music without the weight of routine pressing in from every side. vegas in late november has this strange fall mood that hangs over the strip. cooler air, slower nights, nothing like the summer blaze most people picture. i walked under neon that hummed like a steady pulse, and it felt like the glow was listening with me. i stood there more than once with the lights washing over the street and it hit me that the rush i get from seeing people press play is the same spark the vegas strip throws back at me. something warm. something alive. something out of time.
we’ve been grinding through rehearsals for december 27th at the rino, and each night feels like returning to a part of ourselves that never stopped waiting. the amps wake up with that deep buzz that shakes the bones of the room. the drums cut through the air with this grip that pulls us into the same rhythm without a word. it feels like the songs grew teeth in our time away. we want that show to hit like ignition.
the new merch still cracks me up in the best way. seeing our names on shirts takes me straight back to oak park mall where i would have begged my parents for band merch that felt this cool. skelly showing up on hoodies feels like he slipped out of our sketches and decided to haunt the planet on his own terms. i respect it.
october lit the fuse with the ep. vegas gave me a moment to catch my breath and see the fire from a distance. december is where we step back into the heat and see what rises with us. if you come out to the rino, we’ll make sure you feel every ounce of it.
still loud. still burning. still lost.
