Incubus are synonymus with my love affair with the City of Angels. Even today they are the one LA band that can immediately transport me back to the warm Sunset evenings, spent under the butterfly ceiling at Chateau Marmont or sitting at the hallowed bar at Barney’s Beanery, knocking back Coronas with the ghosts of Joplin and Morrison before moving up to the Observatory to admire the Emerald City twinkling infinity right before my eyes. During the day I wear my memories on my sleeve, at night I skywalk to the edge of the ocean. That’s why I fall into “Promises” like to a feathered bed after a long ardous day. Swathed in the blanket of Brandon’s words I wish for my own sleight of hand, then lay my head on the melody and close my eyes for 4 minutes and 25 seconds to time travel the years.