Exile is permanent. We are always aware of another locale, another point of view, another way of feeling the world, which could be ours but is not. We are also aware that our own tenuous realities are the exiles of others. We secretly suspect the greener grass to be not grass at all, but another substance entirely. Exiles long for a home from which they are displaced, or for the simple assurance of place itself. None of us is exempt; exile is not a feeling but a part of our true state. This music came about at a time when my own sense of exile, encouraged by the events of the world, started to get the better of me. I wanted to say something that was HERE and NOW, so I wrote some music, got a band together, called it IMMEDIATELY, and we played some shows and made this recording. Whenever we played I knew that all the band members were fully present, and I felt at home. My sincere thanks to the musicians on this record, and special thanks to Rich West for the tons of support.
-Dan Clucas, from the liner notes