So if a bands origins aren’t like that, I don’t give a fuck. Got it?
So Nathan was in a band called BoySetsFire. They did ok, then they broke up. So the Casting Out started, first with some terrible name that (THANK GOD!) was already taken, played some shows, lost some members, got some members, changed their sound, (yeah I know…it “evolved”) It got louder. More raucous. More fun. More of that good stuff that keeps you coming back. Catchier than a plateful of syphalitic lepers. EW. They started touring in a crappy van that broke down. Of course they did. Who didn’t? Played to smatterings of people who began disinterested, but were slowly (so slowly!) run over by their dynamic stage show. But they are doing it the way you are supposed to. They are sleeping on floors. They are eating pasta. Playing freaking VFWs, Which is fine for all the retards out there with their first band who are just excited to get out of Arkansas, But Nathan is no spring chicken. He ain’t even a Winter Goose. He has been touring since he was 20 which was nearly two decades ago. When he started touring, gas was ninety cents a gallon. When he started touring, no-one had cell phones. We used this cracked out gadget called the “Straight Edge Dialer” which somehow imitated the sonic patterns of quarters dropping into the slot. We would gather around a pay-phone and use it to call home and try to get shows. When he started touring, there was no major-label debate because major-labels simply did not sign punk or hardcore bands. When he started touring the internet was a mere gleam in Al Gore’s nutsack. When he started touring, people bought cds.