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[kfeath]

Here We Go

I know this is a little last minute, but I've been thinking a lot about this and I decided I would be honest with everyone... Tomorrow's show for The Millenium with Quietdrive at Varsity Theater is a big one for us. Big. Yes, it's a very exciting line up at an amazing Minnesota venue that I've wanted to play for years, but in more ways than I can say - it's bigger than that. 

People are watching us. They're watching this band and every next step we take. Some will even be there tomorrow night - just watching. Deciding if we're worth something. The music industry is fickle like that. Someone can decide if you're worth the time in a split second, unless you fight and claw your way into their world. And that’s exactly what we plan on doing with this show. 

There's a lot of inherent pressure that comes with something like this, and simply I think the best way to stay focused is to rally behind people who support you. Friends, family, even "fans"; I'm looking at you. You keep us grounded and passionate. I know there is already handfuls of people going to this show, but If you were on the edge of deciding to come, we hope you decide to join us. If there was a show where we need you, it's this one. We need your help. We want to share this night with you. We want to rally behind the people who have gotten us this far - as we've been blessed with some of the best friends, family members, and even "fans". Things are happening, and this is a pivotal moment for us.

We will be filming this show through the help of some amazing friends in hopes of capturing every single person jumping and singing along, to show what magic truly happens at The Millenium's shows. Regardless of what happens, let's close out 2015 with a bang, and usher in an amazing 2016. Thanks to everyone who pushed us to this moment this year, and I hope to see you there.

[kfeath]

The Lost Boys

Here I sit. On the backend of another week out on the road. Exhausted. Poor. Glad to be home to catch my breath for a more than a second before the marathon continues. And yet, I miss it. 

For once, this past run had me enjoying my time off stage just as much (if not more) than on stage. Normally off stage life tends to be pretty hectic for me, and I’m not nearly provided enough time to indulge in shenanigans with the rest of my tour mates. This tour was different. It was special. 

I’ve been on the road with the Marina City guys before, but like I said - there was never enough time to bond. This time, everything changed. I tend to struggle with feeling very close to people as my friends, and I’m not quite sure why. I need years of rising and falling personal experiences bonding two people together before I feel that they’re a true personal friend. It’s not ideal, I know - but it’s just how my brain works.

That’s why I’m relatively surprised about how close I feel to my fellow road warriors in Marina City. They inspire me. They empower me. They are some of the most talented and hard working guys I have ever met, and now I truly feel like they’re some of my best friends. I’m not sure why, but I just had the need to express this. I’m not sure if they’ll read this, but if any of you lost boys do - thank you for being true friends.

It’s funny how some things change randomly without expectation. But that’s life, and sometimes is great. 

[kfeath]

Hypocapnia

Sometimes you don’t know what you want. 

It’s crippling. Exhausting. 

Mind cloudy and thoughts seem frozen; sluggish, as neurons struggle to connect from one synapse to another in an attempt to make sense of the situation - hoping one lone shot sinks true and deep, triggering a chemical reaction rippling across membranes combusting like a pyrotechnic star.

But tonight I am not oxidized. 

[kfeath]

Headline.

Well the time has finally come, and things are getting hectic before tour.  You’ve probably noticed, and that’s part of why I’m writing this today.  A headlining tour is the most daunting task we have ever taken on, and it is also one of the hardest.  It has had to make some of us into ruthless businessmen.  Feather and i talk on the phone almost nightly using verbiage that rivals the kind of conversations you would hear in “The Wolf of Wall Street”.  You may now ask yourself “why is he telling me this, and why is this important enough to stick into a blog post?”

Here is the reason.  WE STILL NEED so much help from your end.  If you have ever supported The Millenium we thank you so much, but we still have so far to go.  The attendance from this tour completely dictates how our next year will go; including the tours we will be able to do, and how we are able to push a new record.  The music industry is a fickle friend, and regardless of what the music sounds like, the industry as a whole still relies on proof that you are worth something to them more than a decent song.

This is why you see us promoting everything to death.  We know were being a little annoying, but every time we do that, we reach someone new who didn’t know about the tour, and that is worth the bit of annoyance for us.  We’re trying to add incentives to buying pre-sale tickets, so we can show strong numbers to a venue before we even get through the door.  This music thing is so important to everyone in The Millenium, and everyone else on the whole tour, so we are willing to do whatever it takes to continue making music, and playing shows.  We also understand that money is a constraint that everyone has.  As musicians we understand the broke life so well.  The work we put in usually results a declined card while trying to buy a full throttle at the gas station.  So again, if you’ve ever thought about coming to a show from The Millenium now is the time, it singlehandedly affects the tours we get in the future, and we want to come and play for you guys as much as possible.

This affects our guest list as well.  I wish so badly I could guest list every friend I have made to our shows, and it could be one big Millenium fest, but the time just isn’t right yet.  Those guest list spots are great for promotion, and for giving to industry professionals who may be coming out to the show to check us out.  We just aren’t at a level yet where we have unlimited guest list spots, and if we ever are, I can’t wait to use them, and have a wonderful reunion every night with all the people I hold closest.

I’m sorry if this comes off as a vent, but I felt there was a need for explanation.  The amount of promotion I have had to do lately has made me feel a little uncomfortable, and has made me feel like I’m selling my soul sometimes.  I hope someday all I will have to worry about is playing the show, but that’s just not the reality of the situation yet, and I pride myself on being aware of the reality of a situation; good or bad.  There are also ways you can help even if you don’t have money.  You can re-tweet ticket links, and share things on Facebook.  Like I said before, no matter how many times we tweet the ticket links, I always see at least one person find out for the first time.  

I am so excited to share this experience with all of you.  I never thought I would tour, and now I’m about to go on a headliner, and the biggest catalyst for that has been you guys.  We are working hard to make sure we make this show special, and we will be playing new music that we wrote specifically for this tour.  

Until next time,

-matt (p/w)

[kfeath]

I’m Here I’m Now I’m Ready

Today was a good day.

As many of you reading this might know, today was my birthday.  Now, I'm not the kind of person who likes to make a big deal out of my birthday. I don’t make extravagant plans, or expect special treatment, or ask for gifts or anything like that. Usually I am just fine with hanging out with friends or something low key. Not that I'm against any of that other birthday stuff - because frankly, I think most people (including myself) who say they don't want special treatment really wouldn't mind it - I'm pretty low maintenance. 

But even so, today was a lot more non-traditional of a birthday than I would normally expect. 

I wasn’t with lots of friends. I didn’t go out to eat. I didn’t get any gifts. I didn’t do anything special. And it was just fine. Let me explain...

I spent my day in Iowa working a festival show with one of my best friends (whom I am lucky enough to work with, so it doesn’t suck all the time). I drove 5 hours after I woke up at 8am, and then got to work as soon as we got to our destination. I wasn’t on my phone all day as I usually am (sorry ‘bout it), and it was a pretty normal feeling day. However, after I finally got to my phone I was completely blown away...  I was honestly overwhelmed by the amount of texts, tweets, facebook posts, etc. from people wishing me the best on this day. Some people were my best friends, others acquaintances. Some relatives, and others I had never even known existed. At one point I had over 60 unread texts on my phone. That’s the most I’ve ever had. But it’s ok. I felt loved.  I felt more loved and appreciated than I can remember ever being in the last few years. If I’m being honest with myself, I think I struggle sometimes with feeling appreciated or cared for. Which I know is dumb, but sometimes my overanalytical mind sucks and, as some of you might know, it can take ahold of you for some periods of time. But not today. Today was different. I don’t think there are words to describe how humbled I felt that people took the time out of their day to wish me the best with mine. It was pretty cool. 

So, if you were at any point involved in my barrage of notifications, or perhaps if you’re reading this: thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You made this day incredibly special, and in a way I never thought possible. It’s important to remember that no matter how you might feel sometimes, there will always be more people than you know that care about you, passionately.  I think that’s it? I know this is a rather informal post, but I just felt like I had to say something about it. So as I lay on the cheap springy pullout sofa at my Days Inn hotel room in Monticello Iowa, exhausted from a long day - I think it was a pretty great birthday :)

[kfeath]

Phallusy

I think people are fundamentally illogical.

We are unfortunately compulsively irrational, which, in turn, is inherently beautiful as it creates the groundwork for the vast number of powerful emotions that shape our daily lives - however, it is not without complication. As often, we find ourselves loving so passionately, hating so violently, or succombing to such festering feelings of jealousy - many times without real certainty as to why. It’s just how we feel. And it’s not to say that it is wrong to feel this way, but rather, the world doesn’t always sympathize with these thoughts.

The world likes to run on logic and rules; which makes sense considering the sheer number of people attempting to coexist in a relatively small space. Rules are needed. Logic is needed. Explanation is needed. It’s an unfortunate truth of how the world has come to be. And maybe you prefer it that way, maybe you don’t. But regardless, until it radically changes as a whole on a massive scale, we must find a way for our fundamentally illogical native minds to cohesively fit into that.

And maybe all it takes is awareness; effort. Unfortunately for most of us we want to live in this sometimes fucked up place the world often is. We want to exist, to thrive - be successful, make money, do what we love, have a family, enjoy life. And while we are individually governed by these complex sporadic bouts of feeling and emotion, we must remember that mechanics of the rest of the world dont necessarily maintain the same way - they are fueled diffently. A world ran on emotion would be quite the messy place indeed; beautiful in many different ways perhaps, but substantially messy. Our ideal world requires a delicate balance of both sides. The good, the bad. The ying, the yang. The day, the night. The dreamer, the realist. The logical, the illogical.

Unfortunately our world in it’s present state does not always favor essential balance in a symbiotic fashion, however if we are to change these aspects for the better we must first learn how the rudamentary logical side of things work in order to know how our more fascinatingly primitve illogical side fits into the picture.

By no means should we stifle these intricate emotions that shift and change - visitng us on what is seemingly an hourly schedule - as they are often the passionate force behind some of the worlds greatest and most amazing creations that would otherwise not exist; but instead search out the other side and think about what it has to say. Let it empower the untouchable creationist mind we all were born with.

I’m not sure why my mind is rambling at this illogical pace right now, but I felt the need to try and write it down. Just some things to think about.

[kfeath]

Today is an important day for us.

Not only are we lucky enough to be releasing our second music video, thanks to the help of some amazing friends, but today marks what we hope will be the start of a new era for this band, in many facets.

Let us indulge…

Some of you may have already watched the...

[kfeath]

Young Addicts

And yet I wander these snow filled streets, and wonder how it’d be if wed never meet. This town breeds addicts of skin and heat. And yours is laced proving im weak.

Oh god ill never learn - each dusk a drug, and tonight’s your turn. I’m praying I survive. I’ve played my best no, I can’t fight eyes lined in black how I like.

Now I'll never get it back, never get it back; left one part with her, the rest intact. Thank god, I thought I was done; young relapse.

But it’s so easy when they look like that.

[kfeath]

I know we've made it this far

I've always liked Twenty One Pilots. Not like "must-go-to-a-concert-buy-their-shirts" type like, but I jam their songs now and then. Their signing to FBR announcement video makes it's plays for me here and there when I need inspiration, but I've never quite binge-listened their music. Yet here I am today, binging their songs; and I'm not quite sure why. I think between being a pianist and recently getting considerably more into hip hop, the fusion of piano and quick paced lyrics that they uniquely craft really sounds like candy to my ears. 

Lately though, I think it's the manic/depressive thematics they talk about that have really gotten me. I've been so stressed, crazed, overwhelmed, worried, over-analytic, and unhappy that it's made me feel amongst company. Feeling like I should probably do some research if I'm really to be a fan, I decided to hop on Google and read. Coming to their website, I found this in their bio: 

"Basically, we are all responsible for the preservation of our personal joy; but happiness is different. Joy is not circumstantial, happiness is. You can be depressed and still have joy. You can be suicidal and still have joy. We all stop thinking and we all stop talking and we all stop sharing and we all stop creating, because by doing any of these things we quickly find out just how unhappy we are. But that’s okay. That’s normal. Don’t let the fear of unhappiness cripple your pursuit of finding what it is you believe. Since joy is found in belief, we all have to push through unhappiness to find joy." 

Don’t let the fear of unhappiness cripple your pursuit of finding what it is you believe. 

 That line. That is me.

I never quite realized it perhaps, and maybe I don't know how to admit it but I think that line accurately represents my life. 

I immerse myself in the life I try to live because I can't imagine it any other way. And maybe some may say that's strong work ethic but now I'd say it's easily fueled by fear. I'm scared every day that what I believe might be true. I'm scared that I'll be unhappy for the rest of my life if I don't succeed in some way or another on a stage. 

And maybe succeed is the wrong word; because in a way I've already been more successful that I could have ever imagined in high school when I fell in love with this dream. But I think it more comes down to being continually successful perhaps - which might sound selfish, but I guess it's what I've wanted for as long as I can remember. I want to continue to be able to do what I do, and meet people, and change lives, and write music that helps people through the same shit I've been through. I don't think of it so much as being successful just "for me", but I'd rather be able to share that experience, do it for a purpose, and enjoy the journey along the way.

And maybe that's a very overzealous goal, but it's eaten me alive and here I sit. Scared, concerned and overwhelmed every day with doing any band thing that will perhaps get me to a "successful" end goal faster so I can attempt to live out a happy fantasy. But the lack of creative output has left me unhappy. More unhappy than I'd care to admit I've been the past few years. And that's caused me to not entirely enjoy the truly successful journey I've had so far. 

Being in a band over the years can suck that away from you. Especially when it isn't a healthy family you fight the battles with. Unfortunately, after a while it's no longer just playing music for the hell of it; it becomes running a business that can effectively sustain itself so you can continue to be a successful artist. There's a fine line between making smart decisions and instinctive creative ones; and it sucks. But without those means, you're just playing your guitar in your basement. And that's not enough. I want to share my experiences and connect with people. It's a drug.

And maybe that's why I'm so scared. The thought of not being able to do that is frightening. Like an addict that can't get his fix. I'm scared of perpetually being unhappy without that connection, so I go about it the wrong ways. But I'm still learning. I'm searching for what to believe. I'm learning how to not be afraid. 

So as I reach another long probably contradictory spew of thoughts again, my Twenty One Pilots Spotify playlist is playing, and at least I know I'm not alone. 

[kfeath]

Here's to lookin' at you kid...

You know how you know you're growing up? When you get your first filing cabinet. 

At least that's how I feel.

Looking at my newfound aluminum friend placed precisely next to my desk in the latest house that I happen to call my home for the time being, I realize how grown up my life has started to become. This thing is for organizing my documents. Filing receipts. Categorizing band expenses for tax write offs. Ew, why is that even something I have to do right now? I hate being an adult.

Sometimes I feel like I grew up entirely too fast.  For the past few years I feel like my life has resembled that of a single parent attempting to raise a family and get an education at the same time. Being a full time student and working a full time job to provide for my family (my band) it seems like every day has been filled with worries of trying to pay the next bill or make sure we get to the dentist on time (poor metaphor for whatever that weeks show happens to be). I know I do it to myself, but it doesn't seem like I have much of an option. I am on my own for almost every aspect of my life. Nobody is there to pick up the slack when I drop the ball or forget something; it's only me. 

Now don't get me wrong, I love being on my own and having my own place and not having to deal with family rules - it's a decision I've chosen, and I'm not complaining - however, I guess it just gets frustrating having friends that have parents that pay their bills or buy their food, or cover a ton of their slack when they're too lazy to get a job. They might not get what it's really like to be on your own. What it's like to be a single parent. What it's like to have to get the kids up in the morning and rush them off to get in the car as they complain about being hungry and tired... 

Where is this going? I don't know...

Bottom line: growing up sucks. But it's an evil necessity for life. If you don't want to end up broke in your parents basement resenting life, you have to grow up and take care of yourself - and sometimes you have to take care of others along the way; because they're part of your life too. I often tell myself that yes it might suck a bit now, but the sooner I can prepare my own future for success, the sooner I'll be able to enjoy that success in doing what I love. And I believe that. Work hard play hard.

So as my rambling thoughts come to a close and I make the next student loan installment and watch my bank account dip below a thousand dollars for the first time in roughly ten months, I think to myself: 

Someday I'll be a kid again. And someone can take care of me. 

[kfeath]

Untitled

So I'm not really sure what I'm about to type about, but for some reason I just felt an impulse to talk about something. I don't particularly like to jump on the bandwagon with things like this, but with Robin William's recent death something seemed a little different... I'm usually not one that's traditionally very phased with death. That may seem weird, or not compassionate but I'm not sure the reason; it's just how I am. Even when I've lost friends or grandparents through childhood, grief never really hits me as hard as I wish it did. 

The other night, however I was watching episodes of Louie on Netflix. After picking up with where I left off, the following episode consisted of it's usual down to earth humor where he babysits a friend's kid and goes to a stripclub with someone he met at his friend's funeral.  Surprisingly enough, this person he befriends is played by none other than Robin Williams. A bit of a strange coincidence I would say, only days after his death. At the end of the episode, the two depart with an agreement to go to the funeral of "whoever dies first". 

That line really seemed to hit me hard. Hard. Sank down in my chest like a rock.  It was just so relatable. So close. So real. I was sad. Genuinely, for the first time in a while. I actually understood what it feels like to lose something so great and so compassionate, the world will never be the same again in a very long time. So whatever the point of this post is; I guess I at least just want to say: Here's to you Mr. Williams - I will honestly miss your selfless contributions to the world. 

[kfeath]

Excellence.

I woke up this morning to a text from my dad.

Due to our relationship usually my dad and I don't get too deep, and very rarely does he send extremely lengthy texts so naturally this caught me off guard. 

The text was as follows:

"As I go through my life my grandfather at times remind me that any job worth doing was worth doing to the very best of my abiliity. I believe this basic, yet very sound principle has been the foundation of a very productive life-one of the many Attiitudes of Excellence that has been woven into the very fiber of my being over the years.  Excellence is working hard, EVEN when you really don't feel like it. ITS overcoming difficult obstacles, challenges, and roadblocks, WITH ENTHUSIASM. Its picking yourself up by the bootstraps, one more time than you have been knocked down. It's taking responsibility whenever you make a mistake or error in judgment. Excellence is having an incredible reputation of integrity and honesty. It's doing what you tell people you will do, always following through on your commitments. It's loving your neighbor and being more caring toward others and not just thinking about yourself. This is not something you can achieve all at once. As with so many other things in life, it is a process that goes on for the rest of our lives. But having an Attitude of Excellence-that is, making a conscientious decision to be excellent in all you think, do, and say-is where it starts. Because excellence only happens when you care enough to do and be your VERY BEST! I'm proud of you son. Please keep me posted as you travel this month.  Love you, dad" Despite the minimal relationship I have with him, I still feel my dad is one of the hardest working people I know. Through early mornings and long nights, every day is spent making sure work get's done and gets done right so he can provide for his family. Because of this, relationships often get put to the side as he'd lock himself up in his shop tinkering with something to get the job done or fixing something needed on his equipment. He learned this from his Grandfather growing up; always busy, always doing something away from home to make it happen. There was no excuses, and no time for laziness. I learned this growing up. Not straight from his mouth, but through watching and working with him; being yelled at reprimanded. I resented it, often at some points, as I felt he was too over the top as a parent, and I vowed to never become like him when I grew up. Nevertheless, I had never really heard him talk about his opinion on work ethic and excellence. And I was a little startled to see that through this text, his opinions and life experiences on the matter seemed to frighteningly line up very closely with mine.  Those few paragraphs on excellence are how I live my life daily, yet I had always thought I had gotten more of that from my mom, considering our much more stable relationship. But maybe I was wrong.  Maybe despite my persistence to not be like him, I in turn wound up the very same way.  Looking at the way I run my life, I guess it's safe to say that many relationships I've had have gotten pushed to the side as I try to work hard on the project at hand. I mean it makes so much sense. Always trying to keep busy, always pushing through every day of my life. Locking myself up in my room or basement working on fixing something or writing the next song. Often pushing my friends harder than most to their fullest capacity and not accepting excuses or laziness. Maybe the whole time he was just trying to teach me these things, though in a manner that didn't necessarily come off as he intended; tough love, I guess you could say. Maybe there's no way around it. Maybe it's in my genetic code.  I wouldn't be surprised as more and more things can be argued as being attributed to genes. Perhaps some things just are biological, and you have to learn to live them. Maybe, after some quick Googling I realized my dad copied and pasted the greater part of his text off "Seeds of Success: Attitudes of Excellence" by Robert A. Prentice and was just trying to show he cared because he didn't know how else to. 

Regardless, I guess I have some things to think about... 

[kfeath]

To whom it may concern

I just want to start this off with a simple 'I'm sorry'. The past few months have been a complete and utter whirlwind of change and adjustment, and because of that it's caused me to fall short on some of the promises I made before.  I am particularly talking about everyone who has supported TPP's Kickstarter. I realize now as we are half way through July, only about half of the rewards have been sent out. Now, I want to be very clear that I have NOT forgotten about the rest, and I have every intention of fulfilling those. Between moving twice within the past two months, starting new band things, and changing jobs/schedules I've been very distracted trying to appropriately adjust.  Unfortunately I am the only one working on finishing these rewards, and I sort of misjudged the amount of workload it would be, so it's just taking me some time to sort through them.  To reiterate: I promise - with every inch of my soul - that I will do anything in my power to make sure you get what you deserve for your selfless donations. I owe you that much, at least. 

[kfeath]

The End of an Era

Yesterday was weird.

After of finally having my own house for the past two years, it became time to move out... Not because I really wanted to leave the house, but because life happens and sometimes the next step in the journey is to move on. Faced with looming possibilities in The Millenium, we elected to not sign a lease for a place to live. Unfortunately the financial burden of at least $300 a month, per person, combines over time making it difficult to pay for other necessities a fledgling band needs. Looking at these things, we thought it might be better to struggle on our own for a bit in order to pay for anything that might come up unexpectedly. 

Unfortunately this left me without a home base, which was very strange. I've always been the kind of guy who likes having his own house with his own room and no rules of when to come and go, or who can be over at what time. That's why "the band house" (as it came to be known as) was a central hub within Eau Claire of where anybody could just stop by to say hey, come and go as they please, or come play some music. I always preferred it that way as it was a very open and creative atmosphere.

Because of this, it really came to shape me as a person. Yes, there were some roommate problems and tough times, but every single person that came and went through that house, and the atmosphere that it fostered changed my life...  Lessons of love, life, and loss culminated into a unique environment that made me into the person I am today and allowed me to start to create the life I'd like to have, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Hopefully you had a chance to experience the comradery, creativity, and craziness this special house had to offer; and if you did, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being a part of the adventure.

This might be the end of an era, but it's really only just the beginning.

[kfeath]

Departures

Hello friends. 

As some of you might have noticed already, I have decided to quietly release The Picture Perfect’s album “Departures” today. Tired of waiting and stringing everyone along I felt it was time to just get people the music they supported us in making, without any fanfare of obnoxious promotion. 

Taking a page out of the book from two of my closest friends (who I am lucky to share the stage with now in The Millenium) I thought it was only fitting to give it to you for free. After the massive success of our kickstarter and the way things dissolved within the band after the breakup which only left people waiting with no information, I didn’t feel comfortable asking people for more money to get their hands on the new record.

Yes, it is available on iTunes, Amazon, Spotify, Google Play, and all of those other digital distribution sites for a standard price (as this is primarily what some people use for their music) but I would like to emphasize that it is particularly available on our Bandcamp for “pay what you want”. Yes this includes FREE.  If you’d like to donate some dollars or feel you should pay, we couldn’t be more grateful; but you work hard for your money and you have already given us more than enough to make this record.  After all, it has always been about you guys and I think that’s been lost the past few months. We couldn’t have done half the things we did or had the awesome experiences that few of our age have had without the never ending selfless support from each and every single one of you. And for that, I am - and will always be - extremely grateful. 

This record chronicles a difficult time in my life two years ago and although it’s been a struggle making it, I am happy to finally be able to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy it. Kyle Download here: http://thepictureperfect.bandcamp.com/

[kfeath]

Stay Golden

Well... What else can I say, other than I got myself a new band.

The Millenium. It's remarkable how quickly things can change. One day you couldn't see your life any other way, and the next it's the complete opposite.  This couldn't be more true to me as the happenings of The Picture Perfect crumbled much quicker than expected and everything around me radically shifted to a whole new viewpoint.  I can totally equate this to breaking up with your girlfriend in high school, and then dating someone new the very next week. Now, while this might appear to be similar, I never really meant it with malicious intent. I think I had been mentally moved on for a long time, which is why it made the transition more easy for myself than others. 

However, I was upset with the way things transpired, and I was determined to get back to work as soon as possible. I felt as though we had just left all of the friends and fans just out cold with no information, and as we couldn't get ourselves together to tour or play for anyone one final time, I viewed another group as my opportunity to do that.

I hope I can pick up right where TPP left off, and get right back at it with the same mentality and gusto I previously had. I can't express how excited I am to be back at it with some of the most amazing people and musicians I know. 

With that being said, please check out our tunes and start to spread the word. We're coming for you soon. 

Stay Golden

[kfeath]

We could do better, We could do better...

I think I'll keep this fairly short and to the point.  At this time The Picture Perfect will not be doing a farewell tour. 

Unfortunately (yet understandably) there is there still a lot of hurt and upset within the walls of the group about the unfortunate timing of our breakup.  Every person grieves a different way for a different amount of time, and it's important to respect that with a certain amount of empathy.  Likewise, it can become increasingly difficult to find the time to take off work and other personal duties necessary to surviving on your own in order commit to touring; especially for a cause that might not seem to be going anywhere for some.  Because of this I thought it was only fair that were we to tour, it was something that we only did as a group, together with everyone, or not at all.

With that being said, I am incredibly sorry to everyone that will not get a chance to say goodbye to us as a group, or anyone we never had the opportunity to meet in person at a show. It upsets me greatly that we couldn't seem to pull it together to come see you, as I feel it's something you all deserved at the bare minimum. After all, this (in my opinion) has always been about you guys. We wouldn't have gotten to where we were and had all the amazing opportunities and memories without you.  This band has always been more than just five guys playing music; it's bigger than just us. I really pushed for us to find a way to make this happen, however in the end, everyone needs to be on board. Unfortunately, divided at our core we failed to do more for you. And for this, I am truly sorry. It was never my intention to leave you all hanging high and dry... Please stay tuned for what is to come as I have every intention to make it up to you in any way I can. I haven't forgotten about you.