The concept of a "debut" has always made OFTEN anxious. The idea of universal exposure as one thing and one thing only is a hard pill for an ever evolving Sagittarius, especially one born to still midwestern air on the winter solstice. True to form, what began as a complex search for an honest God became a reality check for a wounded adolescent. There was too much about her that never got a say, and so long, circling instrumentals searching for truth turned into quiet pathways leading to the creation of 'Dirty Saint'. In order to get there we have to start here: at the little blue house, in the red church pew, on the knees of a sinner. 'Dirty Saint' is some of now, but it is mostly then. Soft murmurs and loud secrets that hope to pull you close, wishing to confide in a scream but only reaching a whisper, "I am not okay, but we will be alright".