Go West

My first band was playing at a club in Richmond, VA when a charming Englishman approached us, told us we were the best young band he'd ever heard and insisted we move to Los Angeles, where everything was happening and where he, as luck would have it, knew everyone.

So we did. It was an unmitigated disaster. We worked menial jobs, had no friends, no following, couldn't get booked, got our equipment stolen, and, of course, our "big connection" was of no help at all.

Fortunately, this song is not about that. It's about the six days we spent driving across the country, bound for glory, and how sweet it can be to have no idea what you're getting into.