thoughts from the band….imagine you are a goldfish. you are lying on the pavement beneath the rear wheel of a 1977 ford station wagon. with fake wood siding. the wagon begins to back up. your short, submarine life flashes before your eyes. choirs of angles intone a sonorous greeting. in the distance, you hear soaring vocal harmonies. blues licks erupt from roaring guitars. melody caresses your gills. you start to groove. you are the goldfish. we are the music. love, thehwy54band