2 cities, 10 miles apart, 2 bands, 7 dudes and 4 songs. It was March 26, 2012. Late punk legend, Tony Sly, was performing an acoustic show at Brick & Mortar in San Francisco along with live performances by Build Them To Break and Oakland's trio, Weekender. Later on that night, the guys of BTTB hitched a ride back to their rehearsal space. During that ride back, in the haziness of Weekender's touring van, the idea of doing a split record was born.
Tonight there's no burritos, communication's broke. The sound guy is giving us shit, we're just playing the show, we've got nothing to do with it. This awkwardness will pass, you can hear a needle drop like glass. This place will fill up when the punk rock fan club's playin' for idols. Our only question is when the bar opens. A pint of distraction to deal with emotion; without it, I doubt that we'd keep our focus. Together we'll build it, this night will not break us. There's no use in naming or slyly complaining. Turns out all paid off and the echoed voices rose from a murmur. Within in the span of hours went from back left to front and center. Staring through the faces we've seen before, we saw them again, they make us who we are. Hell, it could be worse, its just brick and mortar and the wind is at our backs. Spit in our faces, expect hesitation to sell our your venue despite our east bay crew. Singing and dancing conjoined with compassion shows that we're needed to keep these hearts beating.
Track Name: Weekender - Downtown Facing North
Its staring at me and nothing can compare, which is why I realize that I should be prepared. There's no use in compromising, I know you'll be right behind me. Weeks spin forward quickly, nothing to do but agree, because. Outside the ground is facing north, sunlight on a rooftop bench or porch. Downtown the bars are filling up. Last night I tried, nothing's going to make me stop. Something you can't control that's hiding in disguise, the problem being, we all share in the same vice. Its OK, its a summer Sunday. Blame it all on a summer Sunday. I wouldn't listen if you said you'd blame me. If it ain't true I don't know what it would be. There's something we came for, but we didn't leave with anything but an even longer next day. We're not the same, but we're no so different, and I know you're trying as hard as you can. We know it ain't cheap, but it sure is convenient. You know I'll get you the next time we go, and it won't be long.