“Our hometown has been buried under an avalanche of condos and pointless businesses catering to the newly rich. Noise complaints shut down our shows and pull the plug on countless DIY venues. The places where we lived are being torn down; the rent keeps climbing up. Born too soon or too late; the recession’s effect on our youth was as invisible as it it was profound.  “Music today is rendered powerless—white noise made in the echo chamber, for the great Smooth Face that gazes once and moves on. So here it comes, some noise from the dustbin. The internet is a sham: Temporary Monument, we made it for ourselves. Look us in the eyes and tell us you’re not getting old.” —Woolen Men  Portland Ore. 2015