American candy is the junk they get you hooked on. Anything without a heartbeat. The manufactured, manipulative, soulless garbage that is fed to us daily. It is anything that attempts to entertain or please or persuade with complete disregard for integrity and character. It’s everything I don’t want to be or be a part of. I tried to keep this concept in mind when writing the record. Mean what I say and make sure its from some place tangible, some place real. All that said, I didn’t want things to be so heavy this time around. This record is not some political statement or guide to live life by. It’s simply honest. I wanted to keep things mostly light and groovy. If for nothing else, for my psyche. I needed to be better, I needed to feel better. I’m definitely not the phony, bubble gum depiction of happiness they sell you but I’m in a better place nonetheless and I can only hope that is translated through this album and in turn it can brighten someones life or day or moment. We set out to make a record to let you know that you aren’t alone in feeling lost, and that to be found might not be the point. Maybe it’s merely just to be whatever it is you aim to be.
@stopandimaginelove As another year goes by here’s a ficlet on your special day. Thank you for your incredible ideas, support and absolute readiness to discuss fic ideas with me. Based on an AU idea that just seemed too cute to pass up. Happy Birthday Lynne!
“Mr. Criss?” a small voice called from the doorway.
Both Chris and Darren turned around and saw a young girl who tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously, waiting for further instruction.