how’s it kickin’ ya’ll? cole here, pullin’ at the fabric of my mind this morning. as v was saying yesterday, i can be pretty damn shy.. i mean y’all, sometimes i feel like i gotta revert to Customer Service Rep Cole just to overcome that feeling. like what the hell…. i’m not trying to sell whoever i’m talking to on a pair of brand new doc martins with orthopedic inserts or something. i’m guessing it’s anxiety and when it takes over, it’s like someone maxed out the white noise knob on my Prophet synth and plugged it directly into my noggin. insert static followed by jumbled up words and panic until i freeze. i swear.. the inner machinations yada yada yada.

sometimes i feel like music is the only language I can really speak fluently and thankfully V just gets it. cause you know, she’s da bomb dot com obviously. she says she’s shy too but i’ve yet to see that in her. she’s always so cool, calm, and collected. even when she’s full hyped up on cheezies and yerba mate. i really look up to her and have full confidence in her ideas and vision for our band. it’s why I’m always asking her “sup, what’s the plan?” probably to the point of driving her mad. but hey, she’s always asking me “what are your hopes and dreams for mad routine” in return so i think we’re even? Stay tuned for next week’s episode to find out if Cole is in hot water.

with all that rambling being said, what happens when you put these two shy, but driven, music-minds in ’96 kitchen aid stand mixer? well you get a silky smooth mix of bad ass beats, velvet vocals, and a mad routine.