At 11, it’s late, but it’s not quite “midnight” late, but at 4, the party’s over, and you can almost feel the sun rising. From the hours of 12 to 3, a blend of creativity, paranoia, and secrets otherwise unfound emerge in a way unique only to those few hours. The logic of the world you are used to living in closes, and you enter into a world running on a different set of rules and patterns. Every song on the album, instrumental or lyrical, is intended to capture that feeling, and display the consequences of being up at this time.
I played every note on this album—the notes coming from drums, bass, guitar, keyboards, vocals, squeaky doors, motors, and lots of shouting out of frustration from chasing the perfect take along with the occasional sneeze. This album is many months of trial and error for 30 minutes of music. My desire was to create a good concept album. I wanted it to be something that you’d want to seek, something that didn’t demand attention, but rather commanded it.