Sunshine

"How many sunrises have you seen from this perspective?"

"Do you remember?"

"Ha ha... Yea now I remember"

Memories are so sweet when you find the treasures in them like the ones you could never have proposed for yourself, the true gems of life. Do you ever sit in the habitual passenger seat in a car, plane, or next to the window glass to stare just right at the rays of sunlight as it tells you how much eye contact you can really make until hurts. There is something about these consistencies in life that are universal in all parts of the world and that are written in time.

We celebrated our Seven Year Anniversary Show at a local rock club in Anaheim, CA where we grew up admiring our favorite bands at the time. What we didn't know was that we'd be playing there and let alone having one of the most unforgettable nights there. I guess when you're in a band it's good to reminisce on the past as not every moment is repeatable.

I think when you're living life on the line you can't really replicate it and if you can sometimes it's really the one time deals that are most unique. To every moment his own, but i'm afraid that we've really outgrown our shoes since our first summer together.

What I can't seem to forget are the sunrises to sunsets at every truck stop, airport, country, beach, hotel windows we pass through. How you felt at the time or what you were doing then. Tattoos that mark time signatures on skin. The moments where our guitars seem like they don't want to rock in humid Cancun, Mexico or Goldy's big fall at our first big show in Honolulu, Oahu. The 26 hour drive to Montana to play for six kids or sleeping at the airport in Bangkok, Thailand. You lose sight of it all, but you can't forget the faces. The kids in Puerto Barrios, Guatemala that held our hands so innocently. Illness's on the road that couldn't keep Gil on the bench(Broken ribs, colds, sore throats, can't get up disease, etc.) The old SH T-shirts, demos, posters in rooms that we may never see again. So much happens beyond our understanding or appreciation. The surprising little kids that grow up and come to our shows who are now college bound. You find letters, drawings, or gifts that you can't help, but remind yourself of how fortunate you really are to have been alive then and now. The amount of love and respect you may receive somedays should always be just a little bit more of the kind that I believe we should share in return.

Memories remind us of a dream once lived in time over and over again. The dream never ends, but always begins. At every turn we get a new street, a new pavement, and a new city. One thing is sure that whether it's today, tomorrow, or yesterday the sunshine will always be on time and feel the same.

Warm, Strong, and Illuminating.

-Mani Sandoval