I'm staring straight ahead

Today is a special day. It’s been one year since the release of Floorplan by Homestead. I’m sure that nobody knows what I’m referring to, but that’s okay because now you will and it will change your life forever. Homestead was a band I was in not too long ago back home with some very dear friends of mine. Having been in bands since I was a teenager, you’d think this sort of thing would get old by now, but in all honesty, Homestead was something much more special than anything else I had been in before.

Design by: Andrew Munoz

Design by: Andrew Munoz

 Homestead was the first project I had worked on where it didn’t feel like I was always competing with the other members to write what we felt was “good” music. We may have bickered over minor details, but in the end, we could always agree on the fact that the music we were producing was something we loved. This seems like common sense, but it’s not always so easy to find a group of people you mesh with well enough to enjoy this creative harmony. Occasionally, I go back and listen to the music I’ve put out in the past. I listened to Empty Hands and Heavy Hearts all the way through not too long ago. That record has always been special to me. And shortly before that I was listening to We Will Overcome (I get nostalgic I guess). But when I listen to Floorplan I feel so much more for the music than anything else I’ve ever done. Plus, the process of recording was such an enjoyable experience with so many memories (mega shout out to Phillip Odom at Bad Wolf Recordings). 

Photo credit: Max Hicks

Photo credit: Max Hicks

Homestead was a long time in the making. I guess we were never really great at being a band. Most of us were students, and that was difficult to balance. I don’t regret not doing more with Homestead than we did. I think we did as much as could do at that time in our lives. I’m just glad we have something to show for it. Stephanie, Alex, Captain, and Gunter—I miss you guys.

Photo credit: Beth Burleson

Photo credit: Beth Burleson