The only truth is music
— Jack Kerouac

You start with an idea. A thought. It comes at you through the cracks in the walls, under the door on moonless nights. You get the courage to mention this idea to a friend, and then another friend. Then, if you are very lucky, this idea finds expression in the boundless language of music. The words grow fewer, the notes multiply.


Southbound Pilot came into being this way, an idea chased by a group of friends in a garage in Tucson Arizona. We have all made music our whole lives and we now get to share our lifelong experience collaboratively to make something we feel is original and honest. Thanks for listening.