The Story
A memory behind the music
Right before my parents divorced I was working day shifts at a digital signature pad company helping make pens and manage the stock room. In the evenings i'd be going to the nearby community college so that I could transfer to UCLA. It was right after a final, a math or physics final i think, when I came home and I found out that my dad was leaving. He had moved out while I was at school and wasn't coming back. And what was worse, my mom was put in a mental hospital because my dad claimed she was going to commit suicide or hurt him somehow. That was all bullshit but that's how I learned my parents were divorcing. THat's how I realized my family had finally fallen apart right when I was trying to get on with my life. So I had to spend the night and the next couple days visiting my mom and trying to get her out of the mental hospital. And then figuring out what to do about my dad just abandoning us like that. But that's the kind of experience that had me listening to music like this. It was November. It was cold. It was kinda sorta rainy and gray all the time. And something a bit angry and mad like this song felt like the only kind of music that made sense.