The song just kinda came to us one day while we were all hanging out injecting ketamine and crushed-up insects into our dick holes. We were fucked up for days as we experienced hallucinations of charred clown bodies, lobster people impaled on stalagmites, and the unholy image of our pet baby dinosaur being whored out as sexual meat to a greasy mass of scabies encrusted republicans and greased up catholic priests. When we came to, the song was fully formed. All we had to do was hit record and BOOM...'The Great Circus Train Disaster' was born.
The Portland Youth Philharmonic's season finale showcased new commissions from young composers and highlighted the collaboration with Persian musicians for world premiere performances.
Howerdel expressed his current writing process, stating, 'I'm in a not-sleeping-much and self-discovery mode. When I'm writing music, I've been full night-terror...'. This captures his intense creative phase.
This song addresses the lasting scars of grooming-the parts of yourself that are stolen and the anger you carry because of it. It emerged in such a raw, direct manner that there was no space for second-guessing how I felt.