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One night i was driving across a bridge into a popular strip for nightlife to play a show when a billboard caught my eye. There was a man on it vaguely resembling Drake. And under his oVo eyebrows were giant block letters saying "got consent"? It took me too long to put together that this was an add to discourage rape. After I realized what it was, I laughed it off. It seemed absurd to me that anyone in 2015 would need a 200 foot reminder posted over a river not to rape someone before going out at night. We’re adults, this is America, we have equal rights. WTF? Then 2am hit on east carson street and all hell broke loose. I noticed droves of half conscious women being dragged across streets, into cabs, and parked cars. I had seen it before, but somehow that billboard had opened my eyes that night. It was happening all around me, it had been happening for so long, it was hidden in plain view. Words like “stalker” and “creeper” were thrown around by groups of females turning down rides from potential suitors. Epithets like “slut” and “bitch” were given back in rebuttal to ladies who had refused the advances of certain young men. It was unsettling all over again. It felt like a safari for virtue. What made it more unsettling, is the commonality of it. Guy meets girl, guy and and girl get drunk, and then it gets blurry. Was guy too pushy? Or did girl ask for it and just not remember? Where can we intervene? Why isn’t “no” the default in our culture anymore? And why do we let it persist? If idiots in Steubenville can rape a girl and almost get away with it, rest assured that shit is happening every weekend in your backyard too with probably less arrests. So here I am full circle saying I was wrong. That billboard was not absurd. If anything it wasn’t direct enough. It’s sad to say that we have to spell this out in the 21st century, but here it is for the money. “Don’t Rape Me Bro”. Just don’t do it. Pretend that woman over there with the attitude and the ridiculous looking high heels is your little sister. Show her respect, even if her insecurity has put her in the position where she’s willing to pop cleavage and shoot whiskey for a little attention. Alcohol consumption doesn’t mean you need to see her naked, stumbling and throwing up on your mattress. And that goes the same for your buddy. Say something if you see something. I assure you, you’ll have plenty opportunity this Friday.

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.