On Saturday Nathan Williams was feeling it from the night before. He'd come from a fancy photoshoot on little sleep and a bunch of beer and needed some weed to get settled. Once he got his sea legs, we took a walk down by the water and talked about his long year, his impending and now current trip to Europe and tired boredom. We didn't talk about goths or teenage parties but it became pretty clear we didn't need to mine dude's brainwaves for insight into his inner being: he writes songs about his basic, everyday life in San Diego while not paying rent in his parents' pool house. He is a broseph. It was nice to have that confirmed.