As a songwriter I personally though truthfully as human beings we all try damn hard not to recognize time-old tropes and archetypes within our own lives which we feel may cheapen or make less significant what we believe is unique only to ourselves. Again with less irony whether we study passionately art in any or all its forms or merely live day-to-day as poets, scientists, and students of the human condition, these inescapable familiarities push, some more strongly than others, each and every one of us to express something singular, representational, and new—new, if only because what once wasn’t now is. In spite of their positive inherent relational qualities, the ties that bind our combined individual expressions do so inexorably in the same old banalities, be they moving, school and work, sex, drugs, betrayal, or falling in or out of love. When introspection turns to dedicated self-loathing, the dissatisfaction this creates and even the act of creating itself become themselves the most banal. It is either, then, an overgrown sense of my own importance or a hardly more resigned belief that I perhaps play a significant role in some grand tradition that gives me enough confidence to write and record these songs which were all written after my move to Richmond. I thus invite you to experience along with your humble servant a move, shitty break up, and major self-discovery in between existential crises, and to fall in love once again. For my own sake I hope I’ve said nothing you’ve already heard, but for your sake, something you’ve felt dozens and dozens of times.
-Patrick, November 2011

"Dozens!"
-Tobias Fünke