I left Pittsburgh and the original Kid Durango years ago for a job. When I returned, there was no more band. The individuals that had previously played music with me had gone on to do other things musically. Some of them even held a grudge towards me. This song is about the vision I had before making the decision to resurrect Kid Durango. In this vision, I walked in an abandoned church to find the people I had previously known as fellow musicians and friends. No one smiled and everyone just seemed to shoe gaze and stare through each other. If you have ever been to a local show at The Club at Stage AE you know what I am taking about. Except in this dream, there was no band. It was just me dead on a table with a sheet pulled over my body. Pretty much everything else was just like a local show however. All the local bands were there talking shit on one another behind their backs and making predictions on who was “going to blow up” and who was “done”. The consensus was I was “done”. The old Kid Durango would not have been able to survive a scene consensus of being “done”. Back then, if we couldn’t make the other scene kids like us, we couldn’t like ourselves. But for whatever reason, I was able to walk up to my corpse and kiss my dead self right in the lips. First through the sheet and then skin to skin. Then suddenly I got up off the table and walked out of the church as one person. I can’t remember anything after that, because I woke up from my dream as soon as I left the church. Shortly after having this dream, I started writing new Kid Durango songs. Believe in yourself regardless of what others say be they friend or foe. There is life in death when you kill the things that hold you back. For me, it was the approval of people I barely knew. When it’s dead, it’s not even over. It’s just the beginning.
