In Portland, OR -

there's a four piece rock group of young, energetic, drunken young men full of feverish sex appeal and egotistical savagery. They fight like brothers and debate like scholars. One thing is for certain within the concept of The Vernons - it is that any single member must be better than all other members in anything and everything measurable. They compete constantly. They torment and tear each other apart. They fight battles and hold grudges and slander one another to the point of no return. They embarrass, belittle, deflate and decimate… with no feelings of guilt or remorse. Essentially, a group of four egotistical psychopaths who hate the world but love themselves.           

        Their vanity is sickening to all who bare witness… In that they boast, and flex, and make mockeries of any losers while they go standing on their pedestal. They laugh at the lesser privileged and mock the handicapped. They will go out of their way to make life more difficult for someone else, for the sake of their own amusement and enjoyment. In fact, myself being a music journalist I was assigned to cover the band during their headlining show at the Kennedy Ballroom.

     I introduced myself and they just looked at me and had no response. They eventually acknowledged me and i went about asking them a few questions. But not even three minutes after meeting them, I was running away back to my car in tears after they slandered and humiliated me for being a bulimic prostitute and pregnant... For no reason at all! Ugh they make me sick! These guys are nothing but negativity. Turmoil. Destructive. Defiant. The worst mixture of humans beings ever formulated on planet earth!!!               

     Ok, you get the point....  However, with that being said, there IS this one thing that brings the four of them together as one solidary unit - through the holy almighty force of nature and all human cognitive expression - music.           

       A listener simply hearing The Vernons without knowing or interacting with them - one would shaken to his or her’s core at the pure beauty that they are able to conjure. It is so pure and delightful that it reminds us of a familiar time and place when you felt wholesome complete, with an unexplainable desire and quest for a sense of love, belonging, and togetherness. Where this soul comes from i haven't got a clue            

        It is hard to fathom the stark contrasts between all the negativity and hatred 5 minutes before the group gets on stage, and when they strum the first few chords and sing the first few notes… every ounce of hatred you have towards them subsides, and the weight of the world is lifted off your shoulders. You can finally breathe again - exhale all the stresses that lead up to the music - which releases all tension and sets everything tranquil with the pleasures of music, just as music should. 

By Donna.Whitman@journalist.com, DESIRES ESQUIRE MAGAZINE™