SEEKER

I was stuck. I'd had a rough few years. Relationships end, begin, and end again. I had to stay active, tour with other bands, make music through various other avenues-writer's block is real and it can crush you, scratching at an itch you can't quite get. I needed to clean up, to stop leaning on external crutches to get through the anxiety. I needed to grow the fuck up. I needed a change. I went to the woods, to Idyllwild, a small town in the mountains of southern California. I spent a month in a cabin there, alone with my cat, Ernie. It was so quiet and peaceful. I got weird looks at the store. I got bug bites that didn't heal for months. I walked around a small lake a few times. I wrote. I took literally something that's usually a hypothetical, something every artist thinks about doing. It worked: A large majority of Seeker was written and demoed there. But then I had to go, immediately. An arsonist had sparked a series of fires and the woods exploded. Once I was back, I was ready to make something. I needed help. I found Jason [Quever] and his studio. I collected as many friends as I could and brought them in to record live with me. I was looking for something: answers, direction, peace. I am the seeker.