Miracle Mile

The Miracle Mile is where we, as a band - a group of individuals brought together by a mutual love for auditory expression - are from. The famed stretch of Wilshire Boulevard that stretches from La Cienega to La Brea has stood as a shining beacon of Southern California culture since the spot-lit birth of Hollywood. Southern California raised us all and made us who we are today. From the rich to the poor, glamorous to the bent-back suburban mother, Spanish speaking orange vendors at bottom of the off-ramp to the high-rise lawyers… this place is us, and we are this place. The Miracle Mile represents all that we love about this place - the storied history of our hometown, the homeless men that share life's hard-learned lessons with you, the moments when the sun gleams off the skyscraper windows, the posters and graffiti that line the sewer vents and scream out truth amongst the bullshit, the museums that house years and years of artistic expression, the El Rey and the Conga Room and the newsstands and the security guards and the smell of warm palm-tree nights… The Miracle Mile also represents much of what we hate - the rows of manikins that profess beauty to passers-by, the Mercedes-Benz's that whiz past homeless men scrounging through the overflowing trashcans for dinner, the entertainment moguls that make millions by raping art and peddling it to millions upon millions of willing consumers, the $1.25 bottles of designer water, the pollution in the air and on the billboards and from the cars and from the minds of pedestrians…