Omniscient OLG web narrator speaks:

Matt Kelley has found himself leading a "quadratic life" for the last two decades:

• four years lying low in high school,
• four years standing up in college,
• four years steering a train on his first job,
• four years riding a mountain bike as a solo artist.

Four years ago, a boy was born, and Matt drew a line—no more freelance, time to commit. "OLG" stopped being just another word for "Matt Kelley" and instead a band-like collaboration, full of hard work and wide smiles. And he's darn sure looking forward to the next four.

What's in a name? I'll tell you all about the real lucky guitar here.

Q & A:

This music/movie/book/people changed my life:
Bruce Springsteen, December 5, 1992. My real birthday, in a way. In that sense, I get my license later this year. The door's open but the ride it ain't free.

Best menu item in Fort Wayne:
Huevos Rancheros @ Cebolla's. I prefer the Glenbrook location. These "ranch eggs" are served over-easy and covered with ranchero sauce, with a side of beans and rice. Three hot tortillas that smell like warm gym socks complete the package. Mix 'em all together and go. Amazing.

My favorite thing to do is: Strip the Jeep of doors and roof, buckle in Henry & Ruby, and drive around listening to Paul Westerberg with my heroic and lovely wife.

Would you have even guessed it?
What I really wish is that the Trainhoppers had made that second album. And I like to daydream about my kids being the brother-sister duo that fronts a folk-rock band in Ann Arbor in about fifteen years, and while they blow everyone's minds with their creativity and their own songs, sometimes they say, "Well here's one the old man wrote a long time ago," and they do a song about meeting your wife on an elevator at the Indiana Hotel, while you're working on the Embassy Theatre and making up excuses just to see if you can make her smile. Oh, and while I am quiet now, I don't plan to be for long.

Thing I like best about the person that sits to my right (Nate Utesch):
Oh, just everything.