Mr. High was simply from a dream I was having repeatedly over and over for months. In a gigantic basement concert hall, there was an older guy who looked like a wizard with long white hair standing there. I was on stage doing a sound check and he was at the back of the hall pointing at different amplifiers that I can’t even describe. He never talked, only pointed.

I named him Mr. High because he looked like an old hippie wizard.At the time I was pretty burned out from writing but we felt the dream was telling me to keep going.