In the Hospital:



    I haven’t gotten around to making this post because 1. I didn't want to and 2. I didn't believe it was happening and 3. I was resentful because it was happening.  


    On August 16th, 2017 Sterling was admitted to an intensive care unit in Orange County, California, near the same hospital he was born in.  

For the last 4 weeks he has undergone numerous surgeries and procedures to save his life.  He was dying.  


    On August 20th, the whole band went down to his hospital room, his family and girlfriend had been at his side ceaselessly and had cared for him without relent.  


    On the eve of August 23rd, Sterling was rushed into emergency surgery.  


    As of this date, Sterling has had another emergency surgery on August 25th. 


    I am not going to use the same tired tropes utilized by the vast majority of social media to talk about this. I am not going to say “Sterling is literally the best guy I know, please pray for him!”

    I am not going to deface the authenticity of his friendship by some tired bullshit.  

I am going to sit here and tell you like it fucking is.  

My best friend is sick as a dog.  He has almost died multiple times, he has had his colon removed and doctors are still trying to bring him back to life.    


    I am not going to sugar coat this because I know Sterling like a brother, and he never has, nor ever will make shit seem better than it is.  He is the brutal realist that is much needed in my life, because he balances my bullshit idealism out and tells me how it is.  At the same time I could always use my farfetched idealism to convince Sterling and the rest of the band that we should record our songs.  


    So here we are. A temporal splaying of the discography and times of our band while an integral part of this whole is recovering from trauma in the hospital.  


    Our next album is done.  Written and ready to record and share. 

But that is not what we care about. This band has always been a couple of friends that agree on some shit, laugh at a lot of shit, and talk shit on all of it.  

    Because this band, Castle Pines, is a group of friends that rely on each other, we would rather have the parts that make the whole be healthy than be a fallacy. 


    We don’t apologize, for not releasing a new album, for not keeping up with the bullshit, for not appeasing the stuff that doesn't matter. 


    At the end of our lives, the people that matter to us are the ones we know by name and can see when we are playing these songs. 


    Our main concern is the recovery to health of our brother Sterling. 

    Castle Pines is Sterling Fairfield. Castle Pines is Jesse Briseño Castle Pines is Ricky Garvey. Castle Pines is Leandro Barrientos.



And as always, please remember that

#CP is forever