They are the glue that hold us together. With the 10 year anniversary of “the heavenly jukebox” fast approaching, I have gone into a very introspective state recently. Memories, the things i value most and the things i am most afraid to lose. I have done a ton of thinking about the old days. from the bands inception in 1995 all the way through our weird, wild and sometimes twisted journey that takes us to the album we are currently working on. I have spent the days re-tracing our steps, my steps from 1996, to 1997, to 1998, to 1999, 2000,2001 and beyond. From recording our first real album in peterborough 1996, to my drunken college haze that lead to 1997’s “…snow park way” it’s all there but some of it’s lost and some still fading. There are literally months of my life i do not remember. where i was, who i was and who i was with…i guess i could say it was all rock n’ roll, but i don’t know if i like it. As i grow older i tend to realize that i have had a fortunate time making music with some very special people, and believe me it’s far from over, but lately upon the birthday of our most beloved album, i have gone back and listened, and re-discovered the youth, the excitement, the passion in those old records, crude as they may be, and the memories flooded back! Those months i lost, i realized, i hadn’t lost at all! they were right there on those little plastic discs! 12th of may, sun said goodbye, Short strip, division of thirds, blast off, eighteen, the next big thing, a world without me…all there filloing in the blanks of my fading memories. The faces, the smells….the FEELINGS all there, exposed. I cried a few times, laughed many times, shook my head on a few occasions, and felt proud most of all. Music is a powerful thing, but it’s power is limited if we keep it in the music. Music is life, music is love, music is power. Music as it turns out, is the glue that holds us together.