ARTIST: Boyhitscar
TITLE: The Passage
LABEL: Independent
GENRE: Rock
BITRATE: 203kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 57min total
RELEASE DATE: 2005-06-07
RIP DATE: 2005-06-16

Track List

01. As Day Fades...                 1:48
02. Tonight                         4:27
03. Escape The World                3:17
04. The Sound Of A Breaking Heart   3:18
05. These Burning Memories          5:07
06. Windswept                       4:19
07. Love's Subtle Scheme            3:47
08. Forever And A Day               3:36
09. Everything                      3:32
10. You Dont Care                   3:30
11. Beneath The Sea's Bed           5:14
12. This Song For You               4:24
13. All The Love We Hold Inside     3:34
14. The Passage                     7:26

Release Notes:

The lights onstage dim, the audience erupts into cheers, and from the powerful
rumble of the drums coming at you like an out-of-control 18-wheeler to the sweat
glistening on the chest of...

Fuck all that. We're Boy Hits Car, no bones about it, we'll kick it to you
straight. My name is Scott, I'm the bass player in Boy Hits Car and this is our
bio in my own words:

Louis (guitar), CRegg (vocals, acoustic 12-string guitar), and I all grew up
together from early childhood. Louis and CRegg were neighbors in the same condo
complex and knew each other since they were mere toddlers wearing diapers. I
lived a mile away so it wasn't until the beginning of elementary school that my
path crossed with theirs.

Looking back now, it seems fitting that the first time I ever saw CRegg he was
singing. A happy kid with wild blonde hair and a big smile, he was in the
schoolyard belting out that song from  THE WIZ, "C'mon and ease on down, ease
on down the road" over and over as he'd run toward the chainlink fence at the
edge of the playground and bounce into it.

I remember seeing Louis around from time to time but my first encounter with
him wasn't until I was 11. He'd ripped a friend of mine off, selling him a
crappy BMX bike which he'd painted over and plastered with Red Line stickers,
trying to pass it off as the real thing. Teased by all the kids, my friend
quickly realized he'd been taken so we set off on bikes to find this "Louie"
character and get a refund. We tracked him down at the local video arcade
where he'd already spent the kid's money. No refund was granted but Louis
and I wound up becoming great friends.

Louis, CRegg and I spent a lot of time together over the years, having fun,
hangin' out at each other's houses, getting into trouble (I was usually the
instigator, "always scheming" as CRegg puts it), and finding ourselves.

In 1990 CRegg was burning with a passionate idea and told me that we had to
form a band. "Scott, you've already been playing bass, Lou's been playing
guitar--he can play all kinds of Slayer and Metallica stuff--and I can sing!"
A mutual friend of ours played drums and our first band was formed. We played
parties and had fun and all was going well until our drummer announced he was
quitting to join another band. We were hurt, but with 20/20 hindsight I now
see that everything happens for a reason.

We decided to form a new band and go in a new musical direction. We met and
jammed with a slew of drummers, mostly meat heads; usually within the first 30
seconds we could tell it wasn't going to work. Forming a strong band is much
like dating: you search and search until you find that perfect person for you,
that soulmate who understands you and who you understand; someone with whom you
can connect. When it is true, you know it.

Flashback: Michael (drums) was born and reared in Los Angeles until his dad's
job transferred the family to Connecticut. He adjusted and life was good until
his dad's job relocated the family again, this time uprooting Michael's ties and
landing him at the beginning of his 10th grade year in a small country town,
just a blip on the map somewhere in Texas. "That's where my nightmare began,"
Michael puts it. A small, fast-talking city kid, he stood out from the crowd,
never really fitting in, and became a self-professed "loner." It was during that
time that he spent countless hours locked away in his room playing drums. He
played in many bands and eventually his drumming brought him back to L.A.

The music gods led him to us as we found each other, of all places, in a "Drummer
Wanted" ad we'd placed in an L.A. paper. And in February of 1993 Boy Hits Car was
born.

We wrote songs and gigged locally. Los Angeles has what we call the "pay-to-play"
circuit where certain clubs will sometimes charge bands up to a few hundred
dollars to pre-sell tickets to their own show which ensures them a slot on a good
bill. Since we always agreed bands shouldn't have to pay money to express their
art we opted not to take that route. Why do what is expected of you? Why let the
car hit you? We agreed to stand strong as the boy and hit the car. Going it this
way was sometimes tough. We never did pay-to-play but with no fanbase we were
given the worst possible time slots, like 12:15am on a Tuesday or 7:30pm on a Friday.

We got used to playing for next to no one and in turn, we learned how to play for
ourselves, to connect with each other, to feed off each other's energy and give it
our all; blood, sweat, and tears (literally). We became stronger as a unit.

In March of 1995 a booking agent got hold of our demo tape and sent us out on a
six-week tour. We'd hardly been out our front door and there we were traveling
across the country, just the four of us and all our equipment in our brown van,
"Scooby," living together, playing our music and growing closer as band mates
and as brothers. We were still playing to next to no one but we were living our
dream.

Once home, we wrote more songs, played more gigs, and recorded more demo tapes.
We did some more short tours over the country and in 1997 we got signed to a very
independent record label. We recorded our first album, "My Animal" (released in
May 1998). We gave it all we had but the label gave it no promotion and 2 weeks
after its limited release and low sales, they dropped us.

Feeling discouraged and disheartened we pressed on and believed in the music
we were creating and in ourselves. We continued to do what we had always done.
We played more gigs with shoddy time slots and little by little more people
kept coming out to see us.

Toward the end of 1999 we began garnering interest from various record labels
and in January 2000 we signed with our first choice, Wind-up Records.

In February we picked up a handful of dates on the SnoCore tour opening for
System Of A Down, Incubus, and Mr. Bungle and recently we opened for Papa Roach
on a couple of dates, layin' it down to some crazy crowds. After years of sweatin'
it out to small crowds these gigs were a step up to a new level for us as we found
ourselves playing to the largest audiences we'd ever been in front of; sometimes
as many as 3,000 people. It's amazing for us to play in front of large audiences
and to connect and to feel the power and energy coming back to us. But whether we
are playing in front of 3,000 people or 3 people our motto is the same as it's
always been: "Play all-out from the heart or don't play at all."

I know not where tomorrow will take us; all I know is where we are today. And
today I feel fortunate to be able to create and play beautiful music with my
three brothers. And in this moment we are pouring everything we've got into this
record to make it the sickest, loveliest, ugliest, prettiest, most beautiful,
melodic, heartfelt album coming at ya straight from the depths of our soul.

People always ask me, what does Boy Hits Car stand for? My answer is simple:
Boy Hits Car believes in living from the heart and following your dream. It
doesn't matter what your passion is or what you do, it just matters that you
do it with love.