I was a kid and my parents were headed for divorce. They were arguing in their room behind a closed door and I was in the hallway listening frightened to their muffled voices. Suddenly the noise stopped, their door opened, and I ran, spilling my apple juice.
We’ve been friends with them for a few years and have tried to collaborate a bunch of different times, but today our schedules aligned and we were all in the same room at the same time.
And, there’s a clip of what sounds like new Blink-182 playing in John Feldmann’s Instagram story. You can hear that here.