It was many and many years ago. In a small town suburb by the sea, outside the big lights of New York City. A faceless artist grew up whom you may know by the name of Turnbull Green. A kid growing up smoking joints and watching videos in the 90's when they were on MTV. This was before he realized his own life had been compromised by moments which at the time seemed insignificant but were later revealed as the monumental moments that shaped a young Turnbull Green's life: When he was mesmerized by the world of music. This was a period of years where his passion for music flourished and his days were spent exploring "the greats". A time when friendships and love taught him the tools of life. What soon followed through these bonds were stories that ran as deep as the film Stand By Me with memories linked forever through their own debauchery and affecting all vital elements of life. Most important of which was, and is, love. Love deeper than the deepest seas we all have. That one girl, the innocent love you had a crush on in 3rd grade. They taught themselves how to survive, knowing they didn't have father figures but they did have themselves. Turnbull Green is a "fuck you" to the modern day fairy tale. He tells his stories through his music with no time for second out takes. Time washes his obsession and space, his only escape. It's your breakfast for tomorrow. Turnbull Green.