Onward…out of the mountains and into the city. A run down warehouse with little heat, no clean drinking water or shower, and a substantial mouse/rat population doesn’t define the ideal living quarters, but natural instinct to decorate this temporary dwelling set in. With plenty of instruments in house and little to no sleep some nights due to rehearsing bands 24 hrs a day, artistic expression started to become more of a feeling than a term.
Sooner than later, the road became home; the road and an old conversion van that seemed to like to blow tires and burn out axels. The shows got bigger, the crowds got bigger, the bar rooms filled up, and the paycheck just put gas in the tank. Naturally, of course, synchronicity continued to guide every move whether it was known at the time or not. From the first tour, to the first MTV appearance, to the first radio airplay, to the first tour overseas, to the first endorsements, and so on and so forth.
Skills were honed, performing became second nature, and the liver was abused. Emotions fluctuated on a daily basis both collectively and independently. Friends were made, friends were lost, and injuries and illnesses didn’t cease one bit. However, one thing was for sure; that half hour on stage made it all seem acceptable.
The United States, Europe, England, Canada, and Japan to name a few became home away from home anywhere from just a couple weeks to upwards of 2 months at a time. Writing music began to have a formula, an overall end result, and even an intended audience at times. This was an occurrence that seemed to deteriorate the love of the craft. Countless shows with the likes of Metallica and Lamb of God, to tours with Devildriver, Trivium, and Fear Factory, to the endless miles and hours away from home ushered in synchronicity once again.
Three records, and one still yet to be released; the bags were packed yet again in early 2014.
The Rebirth, Aggressive Dogs