As a poor kid who envied the fancy homes and pretty lives the other kids at school had, I grew up  to be a homeless adult who envied the fancy homes the other adults had... And then I got a home and realized that the grass had never been greener.... Because you never come home to the same house twice, anyway... 

Never Come Home To The Same House Twice

An exec once told me I didn’t have the face for music... And I did hide said face from music for a decade, but after stockpiling bops I realized I needed to crawl out of my cave and face the music. These bootstrap mixtapes are rough deep cuts, scrappy demos, a workshop, a confessional and ultimately the sweatiest party you didn't want to go to but accidentally had the time of your life at. Hatched from one bad face, Songbirds of Sunset is part band, part scrambled cult of imaginary friends and unstable muses.