First and foremost I'd like to thank Bradford. Without your care and expertise and boundless talent, these truly would still just be treasured scribbles in some old notebooks -- a little more poetry in a world that really can't stand it. So thank you for giving these scribbles some context, and working with such a rough ignoramus as myself. I'm insanely lucky to have you as a friend; that we also make songs together is one of the great blessings of my strangely charmed life. I love and admire you and consider you a brother. You're an absolute force of nature, and one of the most talented, humble, and level-headed people I've had the good grace to know.

Another huge thank you to Ethan Baker for sitting in with us and contributing immensely -- really man, you blew me away. It was an honor to have you play on these songs, and anytime you'd like to join in with us again I'd be thrilled. Also, thank you for your crucial assistance in the birthing/delivery of Wash Your Face & Go to Church. That thing is badass and spooky as hell and still gives me chills sometimes.

Thank you also, to everyone else along the way: the ones that lifted me up and dragged me down -- as well as those that lifted me in attempting to drag me and those that dragged me in attempting to lift; to all my dear pals and acquaintances from Colorado, and all my friends and family here back east, and up and down along the coastlines. 

This is the culmination of several years' work vagabonding, living and surviving, and never being too tied down. Musical tales of Rebirth, Heartbreak, Redemption, and Love; of Smoking Too Much and Staying Up Too Late and Sleeping In Too Long and Not Getting What One Feels They Deserve -- Whether That's Too Little or Too Much; of Giving Up and Going On, and Getting Older and Wiser, and Good and Drunk. 

Cheers everyone,
and if you see me say hello...

If's, And's, and But's

Hezekiah Glass