My youth was poorly spent writing songs with a punk band called Einstein. We were just kids from small towns who ended up playing punk rock because it was all we could manage. It was chaotically perfect.
Through this, I fell into the habit of writing songs to help me wrap my head around feelings and ideas. This habit continued long after Einstein had faded away. I’ve always made lots of primitive recordings of these songs over the years- looking towards the day when I could sit down and flesh out some finished projects.
So I’m all grown up now. I have a lot of songs that I’ve written and never properly recorded. They are in my heart, and I just want to hear them. I have a basement full of meager, second-hand means to record. My musical interests have expanded well beyond punk, although nothing will ever move me as much as those forbidden beats. I have armed myself with the instruments of rock and roll, and I’ve meticulously pointed all of my microphones at them. I slowly write, re-write, track, re-track, mix, re-mix, re-mix, and re-mix these songs while my little kids wander around underfoot, sometimes with the help of my friends. This is smalltime vault.