as is often the case with legends, the exact origins of watched pots remain shrouded in mystery. the following is one expert's best guess:

in the beginning, there were men. then came women, who talked to snakes, and everything got all fucked up.

some time later, there was a guy named mikey. he picked up a guitar when he was in high school, learned about 3 chords, and seemed content to move on with his life. then came girls, and well...you know.

lacking the capacity to manage the emotions welling up inside of him in a mature or productive way, he started wearing ties all the time, and his mother started telling him every single article of clothing he wore was too small. and he wrote some songs.

in his travels, mikey met some kindred souls, lacking the same emotional fortitude to forgive and forget, and they began to play instruments together once in a while.

there were a few apartments in providence, rhode island, that were infested with centipedes. the terror these creatures would elicit on a daily basis solidified in the hearts and souls of those who would be watched pots the need to rock. in no small way, these creatures, believed to hail directly from the deepest depths of hellfire, are responsible for what you now bear witness to.

an infinitessimally small piece of history is being written here. check back once in a while.

watched pots are: mikey, james, rob.