changing directions crawled out of my parents basement after ten years and we thought maybe nobody would care. maybe it would just drift out there like static. but then people started listening. adding it to playlists. texting us. sending us messages like, “hey, this one stuck.”
that does something to you. it makes you remember why you ever screamed into a mic in the first place. it feels like finding out the thing you buried is still alive and louder than you remembered.
we haven’t played a single show since reuniting. not yet. all of this is just the music on its own. changing directions lit the fuse. it reminded us we’re not just chasing old memories. the band still has teeth.
and now there’s bunk beds. andy showed up with this skeleton of a song. we picked it apart. stitched it together. stayed up too late making sure it bled the right way. it feels new. it feels like now.
bunk beds is about the noise you can’t escape even when the house is quiet. the ghosts that sit at the table even when nobody set a plate for them. the distance that feels like forever even when it’s only a few steps across a room.
we just finished it. october 3rd it leaves our hands.
changing directions gave us the spark. bunk beds is the fire.
still loud. still burning. still lost.
-shane