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We are Visitors
For your consideration:
Our album, Secrets

On the way to dinner tonight, my brother Nick suggested I write our bio entirely in haiku. What started as a joke ended as an hour-long research project to determine if the use of punctuation in haiku is a no-no. Supposedly its controversial. I used a colon and a comma in mine. Your parents should be very scared of us.

Almost every band bio I've ever read appears to have been written by the band itself, but put into the third person - some omnipotent fan/friend who knows all your motivations and songs by heart. Shit. Like anyone would ever willingly write anything like that. Not anyone I'd want writing my bio, anyway. So, tonight, I've been assigned the task.

Nick, Dave and Louis started playing together during high school in San Antonio a decade ago. Rather than join what sounded to me like a Jimmy Eat World cover band, I went up the road to go to college in Austin. A few years later, the other guys followed suit and the four of us started a new band. It was incredible, because we were young, dumb and too into our girlfriends.

The band quickly dissolved, because we were young, dumb and too into our girlfriends. We all grew up a little (a very little) and played in a handful of other bands before forming Visitors. I've spent the past 5 years producing the internet cartoon Red vs. Blue. Nick has a super-secret job for the state government of Texas. Dave is a geologist and a full-time doggy daddy. Louis started a catering empire. We're all real guys and real friends, and we tried to make a real album. Our pal Wes, no doubt fueled by something illegal, wrote a stream-of-consciousness review of it that I'd like to quote:

"Great. Grand. Wonderful. Gnarly. Tubular. Excellent. Radical. Bodacious. Hang-Ten. Wicked. Awesome. Wicked-Awesome. Far Out. Cool. Dangerous. Explosive. Criminal. Foul-Mouthed. Rotten. Smelly. Drippy. Runny. Elephantitis. Invasive. Penetrating. Impregnating. Brothers. Siamese Twins. Freakish. Neato. Rapscallion. Scoundrel. Awful. Downright Neighborly. Generous. Excessive. Philo-Dendron. Haberdashery. Hijinx. Cream of Broccoli Soup. Eight. Eleven. Home Depot. Thin Crust Pizza. Parking Ticket. Jimi Hendrix's Ghost. Ground-Breaking. Tongue in Cheek? Alternative. Indie. Nervousness. Webbed Feet."

That review is funny, brilliant, dead-on, absurd, stupid, off-base, bizarre and perfect. This is our first record; we didn't know what we were doing! But its pretty good. You'll love some of it and hate some of it. I love and hate all of it. But its pretty good. So, take it like you take everything else - with a grain of salt. We're fully aware we're a 5th or 6th album type of band. Enjoy.

-Jason Saldana/Visitors