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Roshambeaux Invites a Tribe of Unique Individuals.
We no longer live in a world where we care what people think. We live in a world where we care about what we think other people think. We manufacture environments of distraction that are designed to strip us of our individuality. Words like, “Freaks,” “Geeks,” “Forgotten” and “Musical Genre,” we once let proudly define us, now serve to only divide us into categories where we forget who we can allow ourselves to become when we know no one is watching. We (all) want to belong but hate that someone told us we have to. So, we settle. We settle on a clique we despise, a career we hate, a religion we don’t believe, politicians with questionable character, and guitar tones that don’t make us smile, telling ourselves it’s “Close enough.” When asked who are our influences, in a knee-jerk reaction, we rattle off a long list of long dead idols (or in our case, usually guitarists) we think will impress the person in front of us when the reality is: It’s our mothers and a grumpy old man that locked us in a room with a pair of drumsticks and a ZZ Top record.
And this is why we make music. Not to escape from the reality of this world but to redefine it. With pride, we are nothing less than ourselves. To be anything more is cheap imitation. Our message is that you don’t have to trade your uniqueness for a sense of belonging. You can return to the place where you were before you were told you’ll be judged for being yourself. Before you worried you wouldn’t make enough, have enough or be enough doing what you love. You belong right here.