Max Scotti, a beautiful, seven year old boy in Tammy’s (Rob's wife) first grade class at The Greenwich Country Day School, passed away on Tuesday, April 21st, 2009. The cause of death was brain cancer that eventually spread to the spine. He was an extraordinary boy and no one will never ever forget how after chemo treatments, all he wanted to do was get back to Tammy’s classroom so he could act in their play. Writing a song in reaction/response to a tragedy like Max's is remarkably dangerous and almost unseemly. No one needs a soppy, sentimental cloying summation of an event which, at its core, is devastating and frightening. How do you write about suffering if you are not suffering? In his own defense, Rob says that in no way did he feel remotely worthy of what the Scottis were going through and he did NOT want to write the song in the first place! The truth of the matter is that “Everywhere” wrote itself. Trinity Church in Greenwich asked Rob to write something for their Christmas Eve service and Max had just been diagnosed with inoperable cancer. Rob was in no mood. Frankly, sad and angry, he wrote down the lines, “Where are the shepherds, their sheep, where is Mary????” The song had to be written when Rob got the answer to those questions observing the increasingly selfless behavior of Max's family and his teachers. The EP has the instrumental track, an acoustic and strings mix, and two other songs. One written about the absolutely true story of Rob's grandfather's death bed scene ("If You Only Knew") and the other, a song Rob wrote for his first born daughter Emma when she was Max's age ("Precious One"). Max’s name is spoken at the beginning of almost every single line. This, in Rob's mind, makes the song better because it is not some anonymous ballad trying to comfort everyone with a grandiose message about death and cancer. It is Max's song. Period. Done. Max, you were the man. "Everywhere" is yours.