One day, a very, very short time ago, in a land not even right around the corner, the best drummer in the whole world met the best bass player in the whole world just walking down a street that was not special in any particular way. 

When their eyes met, a sound came from heaven that sounded like the angels couldn't keep a secret. 

The two were discovering that they had both been having the same dream about meeting the best guitar player in the whole world, and right as they were standing on the street hitting it off like long lost soldier friends who had saved each other's lives in a war neither could remember because it was in the part of the dream that happens in between waking and sleeping—well, suddenly a vocalist who, although he was humbly the best vocalist in the world, was also the best guitar player in the world, came walking down the road and stopped them and asked, "Do you know the best keyboard player in the world? Because I had a dream that I would find you two here on the street, standing here and talking, and you would suddenly remember the keyboard player's name, and miraculously you would suddenly remember that you had always known not only who the best keyboard player was, but also a rhythm guitar player who was the best in the world." And the heavens virtually resounded with hushed secrets, and they knew that it was much more than a hunch, that this group must somehow form a . . . band . . . that would kick some serious butt. 

The rest, although history, seems more like just the beginning of ever after.

Ok, that is a load of crap, but seems more believable than the miracle that ended up in The Keep being formed.  When we met we knew that none of us could, on our own, make the kind of music we were making together.   The sum of the individual parts, humbly, would be a band to be reckoned with—yet there is something supernatural that happens when we play.  So we, all of us, go on record saying that we are not individually or together capable of the kind of music that seems to be coming from this union of musicians and hearts.  There is a greater power at work, one we may never understand, but of which we are in awe.