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Hey everyone. It’s me, your best friend Oh Jeremiah.
I don’t remember anything before the music. It was all shapes and colors until the first note came. Suddenly I became aware and music was all there was. From an eleven year old playing punk rock songs in my parents garage, to being a grown man singing folk songs with my wife; music was the only option for me. While all my friends were making babies and building 401k’s, I was buying a van and playing shows in front of strangers.
I was raised in a small town in Mississippi. I grew up in a lower-middle class family that had the essentials and nothing more. My first real show was at a bar called The Alamo in Laurel, MS and my dad drove me to it in his black mini van because I wasn’t old enough to drive yet. I spent the early part of my career pretending other people’s songs were my own. Eventually I found my own voice by digging deep into the music of Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, and anyone else that could show me the power of words.
After college, though, everything slowed. All my friends became strangers to me. They moved away to start their lives elsewhere and some even began their families. I was the only person I knew that thought music could provide any sort of living and I started feeling totally alone. I got a job and tried to fit in that same box with everyone else. But when I was fired three days before Christmas, I knew I had it right the first time. It was the lowest I’ve ever been. I’d had enough of being sad and needed change. I told my parents I wasn’t going to work for anyone ever again and that music was the only thing for me. My father smiled at me and said “You’ll always spend five dollars more than you’ll make. So you should at least enjoy the way you make it.”
It was all just crummy shows and mediocre songs before Erin. I met her through a friend and I knew there would be trouble up ahead. She sang like a 50’s jazz singer and played violin like her soul depended on it. I think I was in love with her before she finished telling me her name. The first time we hung out together was on a five hour canoe ride down the Okatoma River. I knew immediately she was either “the one” for me or the death of me. Luckily, it was the former. She and I became inseparable and our music finally figured out what it was and could be.
I took the first set of songs that I thought could make a full length album to Sam Kassirer, the producer of Great North Sound Society in Parsonsfield, ME. He was and is a hero of mine, producing records from Josh Ritter, Lake Street Dive, and more than I can fit in this letter. Erin and I stayed in his farmhouse for a wintery March and came out of the other end with this album. I’ve always been critical of myself, never really celebrating something I’ve done. Until The Other End of Passing Time , I never loved my own work.
But that was the best creative month of my life. Gathered in a room full of the most profound musicians chasing after the same end goal was nothing short of a dream for me and Erin. We
spent every waking moment making an album I would love with every ounce of me. Popdust called it “witty, thoughtful, and stunningly rendered.” For once I was able to celebrate the quirkiness of my personality and that lonely year after college was gone forever. The first thing I did once the album was recorded was ask Erin to marry me.
Music was the only home I ever had in this world. It is where I found my voice and who I wanted to become. It is a home I get to share with my wife and grow together. Music is how I make complete strangers my family. The Other End of Passing Time is the first chapter of the only story I ever wanted to write and I’m honored to have made it this far. It’s a story I want to share with every single person that needs it. It came because I needed it the most.
We’re excited to be working on new music this Summer with JD Tiner. And we can’t wait to show you what we have been working on for the last year. The only question left is, what’s it going to take to entertain you?