However, all that's in the past now, and there's plenty more in the future for us together. You'll see Jonathan Gray, you'll see us reach for pop gold, you'll see us boogie harder than we ever have before. You'll see us take "the show" a little more seriously, you'll see us incorporate what we learned on Broadway and in Electronics Shop and 1000 hours of headphone research into something you can watch and hopefully move from side to side to.

Amidst all of this change, some things are constants. What's been done has been done, and it's of little interest to us unless we can repackage it in a new and exciting way. The problem with "retro" is that it never comes back. No one's begging for a Stray Cats reunion (except Jeff). No one's wondering what Bowser's doing now. The only option is to forge ahead, to try new things, to test out bad ideas, to all try to sing and work together and hope the road we're on leads somewhere. It's about the journey and the destination. This all sounds immensely airy but we believe it -- at its core the rock and roll band is a surrogate family for our culturaly extended childhood, it's our self-help group, it's our soap box, it's a way to see what we're really capable of. We have little interest in doing what others are doing, particularly if they are doing it well. Listen to them instead. Growing up is tough. This is our attempt to grow up.

This is our story, and we invite you to come along. It's about self-improvement and trying to live life at the top of your lungs, living life rightly, respecting others, making something you're proud of, and trying to sort out all the static and figuring out what matters. It's about trying to forge that third way, that way everyone said it couldn't be done. We do this in basements and backyards and in fancy clubs we don't even feel comfortable in. We do this in living rooms and bathrooms and bedrooms and wherever the sound sounds best. We do this with ten dollar keyboards and Olvera Street guitars and with light-reactive synths we built ourselves. We do this with broken cymbals and busted speakers. We do this the first thing when we wake up. We do this after a hard day at work, when it's the only solace and life seems to be a constant source of frustration. We do this on weekends. We do this all the time.