These United States is the songs of Jesse Elliott, flipped, forged, phased, and fermented; stolen, re-taken, elongated and elevated, beaten and bruised, occasionally imbued, by an ever-battling band of music-mad robber-barons, enthused aesthetic thieves of the long and winding subway tunnels and underground railroads of our cacophonous nation.

In the opening chapter of our epic tale, an uncomfortable duo locks eyes in ninth grade English class. Their mutual admiration is frowned upon by the clan of each, springing forth as they do, one from a bohemian bevy of experience-gobbling yes-sayers – the other, from a covert cavern carved deep within the confines of his own mind, a recluse of reckless proportions. Binding them only, each one lonely, is the Written Word, which they will soon render Hummed, eventually Heard.