​Most people believe something along the lines of, "Oh, to be a successful musician you need to be this or that and you need to move to California and you need to look like this... you need to know this or that guy.... you need to ride in a van across the country... move to Japan and go backpacking... get yourself on You Tube... get a record deal..." blah blah blah, right?​

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But forget that. If you're an astronaut, you're an astronaut and you know it. You KNOW IT. It's not about joining the Air Force (no diss to the AF) and hoping that some day you get to bust your hump and kiss all the right butt and at some point you go to Cape Canaveral and ride inside a shuttle.

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Somewhere, somehow at some point, someone has to be the crazy S.O.B. who builds a rocket right in their own back yard and launches themselves to the stars. Someone will find the right parts, the right place, the right time, and the HUGE brass cajones to light that ship and ride it out of Earth's orbit. (And you will be awestruck staring at the burning grass in their yard and kicking yourself for not getting on board.) This is BYA's music ethic. Period. Music that is different,  honest,  fuels your imagination, that sparks your engines in the morning and cools your jets in the evening.

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Backyard Astronauts make music channeled from the stars that swells inside your dreams. Music that clues you in just a little bit more that we are all part of the same tiny rock hurling through the cosmos at a speed no one on their own could ever survive. Your clothes, your car and your job, even your breath, those things don't matter. You're along for the ride.

We have no mission but to ride this rocket to the farthest reaches of imagination, journal it into our songs and share it with our fellow astronauts. We are about the music. We are Backyard Astronauts.

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