It’s odd how the existence of a band can eerily mimic the cycle of a human life. Maybe it’s not really too much to wrap the mind around, considering it takes human beings to create and perform art—so naturally, the larger group entity will take on the shape of its contributors. Bands are born as music stirs in a like-minded group of individuals. As it grows and begins to explore its fledgling ideas, its legs are made stronger over time. Relationships are formed internally as well as externally. Sometimes, various things are left to breathe or grafted in. Sleep will occasionally occur, and though you may not see or hear from it for a while, upon closer observation, one can see tiny breaths being taken steadily beneath the surface. Hopefully, as the process continues indefinitely, a point is reached where it can be loosely agreed upon that a sound, a voice, or a mission has been discovered. We are happy to have been afforded with the opportunities, the resources, and the time to be able to once again attempt to bottle what it is that speaks so deeply to the four of us. This year has taught us so much about being proactive. It has just recently occurred to us that creativity is less about sitting around waiting for inspiration to happen, and instead, about making inspiration happen. Before we knew what we were going to call this thing, we learned how fruitless it truly was to just wait for lightening to strike in the same place twice. I make that reference because “My Heart is Slowly Beginning to Work” wasn’t so much a painstaking process as it was a group of suppressed creative minds exploding onto paper. I won’t call it sloppy—but I won’t call it elegant, either. We quickly came to the realization that we had to be creative on purpose. Making a record became that thing you choose to do—not the thing you hope to feel. “Less Dreaming, More Living” came from that idea. After that, there was no more sitting around waiting for lightening to strike. We became the lightening—nay, Zeus himself! We are so excited to be releasing this feeble attempt at expression. We hope, above all else, that we can impart the meaning of this concept to those who hear it. Hopefully, some of you are as sick of the sugary idea of dreams as we are. Make life happen. So, if we were to attach this idea of a band mimicking the life of its parts, which stage of the human cycle is LilyWhite in? I think we’d all agree in saying, “Mom, knock! We weren’t doing anything, I swear!”
-Nick/LW