Something to Write Home About

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:



If you are reading this, it means that more likely than not, none of us are sitting beside you, sharing a cup of cocoa while watching the evening news and wriggling our little toes around in our Homer Simpson slippers. It probably means we're sailing from port to port, flying our flag, and meeting those brave souls who are bold enough to venture out of their homes to take a chance on new music (and we're especially grateful for you, by the way). And though it'd be nice to take all of you with us, and have you see for yourselves what an interesting world we live in, it's just a little cramped as is on the ship, just with the five of us and our couple of guitars.



So that's where this little blog comes in. We're going to do our best to show you our corner of the world, which happens to be in forty-eight different states, forty-seven of which I'm willing to bet you don’t live in.



So, for most of you, statistically speaking, the last state We The Living set foot in won’t be news to you. But for me, and many of our fellow Midwesterners, the Golden State is a vastly unexplored territory. We’re regular 18th century colonial Americans back home, stuck in our log cabins, buried under twenty-foot snow drifts, and the trek West seems to us somehow not worth it.



But it is. Believe me. Because instead of snow, there's sun, so your new parka, though adorable, is likely unnecessary. There's sand, and ocean, and mountain, and even though we didn't touch so much as a single granule, droplet, or boulder, their proximity is invigorating. Even in downtown Burbank, where one year ago we spent quite a while recording Heights of the Heavens, I can find majesty. Through my aperture. Watch! And we'll see you there soon.







Sincerely,



We The Living