Within our human connectedness, what matters the most is something so simple it can almost be overlooked. Something so ordinary in its application that its intense impact can be disregarded. It is simple, but not easy. Unpretentious, yet so difficult to maintain. That's the thing about kindness: it seems basic.
Those words secretly worked magic on me. As a disabled person, I had an extra swing in my waist that never bothered me. The joy in my feet was something far more powerful than anyone could understand. The flash in my teeth, were vicious to those that fed me negativity, and the same flash was a brilliant smile that won the hearts of those that I cared about.
The Monks are a band that I have loved for a very long time in a lot of different ways. Bad Habits -- their first record -- has always been a failsafe for van listening on long drives for various tours for various bands: It's a record that has never let me down, that sounds good wherever you listen to it, no matter what you're doing. That's why we're releasing a cover album.