Logos - Part One.

It amazes me that we’ve (as a species) managed to create colloquial musings and messages for profoundly complex things.

“Don’t compare scars.”
“You are a pot calling the kettle black.”
“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

Why and how have these statements permeated the unconscious of our religious and fictional subtexts since the creation of language?

I’ve spent a vast amount of time driving on open road across the continent I’ve inhabited since being thrown into sentience some 20+ years ago, chasing an eternal carrot, watching the crowd change and move, mosh and dance, laugh and cry. We find solace in imperfect men and women who have been placed on a pedestal by the tides of society and industry, talent and luck. We foam at the mouth like rabid, unhinged animals when false idols find themselves in the echo chambers of the internet for being just as human as the human beings who worship them. We are addicted to the failure of others as a means of numbing how complicit and meandering our own lives have become. 

There is a deep, unwavering irony in all of this. That we have the audacity to take to a touch screen or a keyboard and blast those we don’t deem worthy of love and acceptance because of sin makes us just as bad as those committing acts of evil. That we can be ignorant to the point in which we try to measure our suffering against the suffering of others is indicative of the fracturing righteousness of our society. 

Culture will not progress if we continue to attempt to correct improper, immoral, oftentimes learned behaviour with heavy tongues and hearts. Not a single person has ever bettered themselves because a group of people grabbed their proverbial torches and pitchforks and chased them into the high hills.

We are all guilty. We have all acted out of malice and chosen to hurt people consciously, with intent. To measure the impact of the suffering we have caused individually against the suffering someone else has caused is a fruitless and egoistic endeavour, comparable to retching without vomit. 

As Carl Jung said, “People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”

Our physical evolutionary process is complete. We are self aware and conscious. We have built churches and skyscrapers, found cures and vaccines. We have been to the moon and inhabit ships built by man that orbit us in space. The only way our species will continue to flourish and survive is through acknowledging and meeting the evil we all possess. It is imperative to our existence that we understand the parameters and intent of our darkness. To actualize that we are just as capable of committing the sin we defame is the first step toward leading with empathy and godliness when facing acts of visceral violence. 

We are all imperfect. We all fall short of who we want to be. The moment we can put ourselves in the shoes of those we deem unworthy of redemption will be the moment we regain control of the spiral we’ve found ourselves in.


A special thank you to Alternative Press for featuring us this weekend with some of our Canadian friends. 
You can check out the article as well as some awesome new bands coming out of the great white north here: http://www.altpress.com/features/entry/canadian_bands_you_should_listen_to. 



I know I've been silent.
The road to getting this off the ground has been longer than expected, but worth it (self releasing would be a waste at this point).
Below are the dates for our tour with Simple Plan - you can also catch us in Toronto + London respectively on June 4th and June 6th with Hawthorne Heights. 
Stay spooky. 




I've neglected to post any real content for a little over a week and a half. 
Not by choice, but out of necessity. 
The whirlwind that was finishing the EP with Hurricane Matthew bearing down on me coupled with the emotional expulsion that three and a half weeks stuck in the same house in Florida (surrounded by rednecks and alligators) brings left me drained and unable to fully apply myself to writing/ranting about anything meaningful. 
It's so weird to look back on the last month and realize that it's already over.
I didn't fully appreciate how alone we all were there until I came back to Toronto. 
My first day back I opted to drop my fiancee off at work - after ten minutes on the streetcar I was having such a severe panic attack because of the crowds/busyness that I had to remove myself from public transit and lock myself in a Starbucks washroom until I felt like my heart wasn't going to stop from overexertion. 
Going from seeing the same five people over a twenty five day period without going anywhere/doing anything to King Street on a weekday was more than my psyche could handle, apparently. 
If three and a half weeks in relative isolation can do that to me, I really feel for the souls locked in solitary confinement right now. 
Beyond that, I'm just trying to enjoy the time I have with my family now before signing/long-lead press/months worth of impending tours.  
The bonus of having previous experience with other projects/proxy endeavours professionally is understanding the cycle that you inevitably end up in. 
I know that once (and even before) this music drops we'll be put through the proverbial wringer - a tidal wave of van sleeps, shitty food, airplanes, asshole sound guys and interviews with people who don't actually give a fuck about me or the band.
For now, I'm going to walk my daughter to school, cook dinner for my family and focus on ensuring every element of this is ready to go for 2017. 
Once we start, we won't stop. 



That was close as fuck.
Thankfully, we'd been three days ahead of schedule for the entirety of the recording process, which meant that we were able to finish background vocals approximately three and half hours before my flight (which was one of the last) back to Toronto. 
While two of the interns were driving me back, people were literally starting to board up their homes/places sandbags strategically in front of storefronts/doorways/etc. 
The evening before, I'd gone into Publix to pick up some sausages to cook for dinner - the shelves were already being emptied and the lot was overflowing with cars looking for parking spots. 
Floridian's have this seemingly unimpressed/impartial view of hurricanes - dealing with storms, lightning and high winds are almost as ingrained in their culture as oranges and alligators. 
When I asked one of the interns why he wasn't worried about the hurricane, his response was, "It's honestly just really loud background music. During hurricane Charley, I sat underneath my stairs and ate pop tarts while we played N-64 until the power went out."
As a Canadian having exclusively dealt with snowstorms, ice-storms, sporadically strong thunderstorms along with the odd earthquake while in California, I can say with confidence that I would rather any of those over the impending fucking doom that a hurricane brings. 
When I saw on Wednesday that the expected storm surge was over 11 feet and that sustained winds could max out at 140mph, I was out.
After some of the worst turbulence I've ever experienced during the first half-hour of the flight, the sunset ended up being pretty beautiful. 
Check out some photos below: