And It Came To Me Then That

When I Listen To Airplanes Record, It Takes Me Back. I Remember A Lot Of My Thought Processes When I Was 20 Or 21, Writing Those Songs And Recording That Record. I Wonder What I Was Thinking When I Was Trying To Say A Particular Thing. I Hear Some Of The Weird Little Nuances In The Recording; I Can Hear What The Room Sounded Like. I Remember What It Smelled Like. I Can Remember Sitting Up In Guitarist Chris Walla's Bedroom And For The First Time In My Life Having This Realization Like, "maybe I Can Do This. Maybe I Can Make Music That In Some Capacity People Will Enjoy And Come See Me Play."

I Was Literally Just Going And Applying For Jobs, And I Couldn't Get A Job, And I Was Getting More And More Broke, And You Find Yourself Groveling For Jobs You Don't Even Want.

Our Band Is Very Polarizing. There Are People Who Absolutely Can't Stand Us, And People Who Absolutely Can't Live Without Us. I'd Rather Spark Those Kind Of Polar-opposite Feelings Than Have People Be Indifferent.

I Want So Badly To Believe That There Is Truth, That Love Is Real. And I Want Life In Every Word To The Extent That It's Absurd.

The Story Of Our Band Is That We Were This Relentless Touring Band In Those Early Years. We Were Leaving Day Jobs And Going Off On The Road And Having Fun And Seeing The Country For The First Time. We Were Playing Chinese Restaurants And Basements And Record Stores And Houses. We Were Crashing On Floors And It Was All New And Exciting. It Was Like A Vacation. It Didn't Feel Like Work. I Couldn't Wait To Go On Tour Back Then. I Would Be Sitting At My Day Job Or My Apartment, Just Itching To Go. There Were So Many Adventures That Were About To Happen.