We are the product of hours logged in the kmart parking lot listening to Kasey Kasem while mom gets the goods. Looking out from playpens as dads and uncles put the needle back to the first cut, side B. Emotional rescue from the single speaker on the ceiling of the school bus, drowning out the screams. Wrestling sound from fingers and strings. Hundreds of perfectly good, clear summer days spent jamming in the moldy basements.
Loving and making the soundtracks to kisses, trips, and fits. Markers imprinted on our personal timelines. So here we are. How can we help it? We're geeks. Music freaks. We have no choice. Our priorities are all messed up, and we know they'll stay that way. We plant the seed and add a little water, and we hope you'll be our sunshine. Future Appletree.