They say sometimes you have to “Jump to hit rock bottom”. And other times, rock bottom hits you. In the case of the new single, All Outta Rocks, it's the latter.
The song title is based on a scene from the movie Forrest Gump. Jenny and Forrest are grown, walking down a serene county lane, hand in hand, when they come upon her childhood home. To Jenny this is where it all began. Where she was severely abused as a child. Where her life started to go wrong. Why she became who she was. As the scene moves forward, it's as if her entire childhood flashes before her eyes in a moment, her entire demeanor changes and she begins throwing rocks at the house, angrily and with desperation. Eventually, exhaustion takes over the emotion and she collapses to the ground in a heap. The intensity of the scene is met with the simplicity that is Forrest Gump. Not sure how to console Jenny, he kneels down next to her. As the narration(narrated by Forrest if you've lived under a rock and have never seen the movie) begins he simply says, “Sometimes, I guess, there just aren't enough rocks”. That 1 line stuck with me for years.
Fast forward several years. I (Preach) was sitting at my kitchen table staring at the wall with my guitar on my knee. I was in a situation that life often finds you in. I had done everything humanly possible to change it. And I had nothing left. I was in the bottom. It had jumped up and slapped me dead in the mouth. I had 2 options. I could get drunk and feel sorry for myself. Or, I could write. Considering I had already accomplished the first option, writing was what I had left. And that's what I did. For the next hour I poured every thought, feeling and emotion into my guitar. When I was done I collapsed in a heap on my couch.
Fast forward again, a few years later. I found myself in a Swamp Metal band and we were recording an album. Our producer asked if we had any ballads to fill out the album. And I thought about that song I had written sitting at that kitchen table, at rock bottom. So, I played it for the boys, and they quickly began to arrange it for Silversel. Management loved it, the producer loved it, the band loved it. The only problem was, there wasn't a name for the song. Oh we tried many, from “Too Late”, to “Watch me Burn”. But to me “there was only one name” I could give it. “Sometimes, i guess there just aren't enough rocks” rang so true to me. Thinking back, I had thrown every rock I had at my problems, until i collapsed in a heap. At that moment I was “All Outta Rocks”.