About the band:

My name is Rachel and I’m a broken mess-of-a-woman.

I play bass guitar and keys and sing in a San Antonio band called Progeny. My husband, Ben, plays electric and acoustic guitar and sings in the band. He’s a broken mess-of-a-man.
We started out, just the two of us, writing our happy songs about life and love and God, sharing them in coffee shops and restaurants and the occasional church around San Antonio and Austin. About a year later, we added Dustin Maybin, our then-drummer. Guess what he was. That’s right. A broken mess-of-a-man.

Things started picking up after that. We led worship at summer camps and retreats, opened for some major label artists and played at festivals and showcases across Texas. About halfway through that year, we were picked up by MakeShift Records out of Arizona.
Less than a year later, we released our first album, Distractions. We were proud of that album because it was time consuming and expensive and required some really hard work. We poured a lot of ourselves into that project.

Ben and I had our first son in November 2006. Jadon Matthew is pretty much the only perfect one out of all of us, but he hasn’t been alive as long as we have.

We added an electric guitarist, Sean McCabe, right around the time we were finishing up recording our second album, Remember. He’s a broken mess-of-a-man, too. About the same time, Dustin decided he needed to focus on his family for this season in his life, so we brought on drummer Barrett Pepper, another broken mess-of-a-man.

This year has been good to us. We’ve added the last two pieces of our band, are about to release our second album, are taking the first step into full-time music. It’s been a scary year, too, because we’ve realized in all of this that we’re broken and messed up people.

We tell you this because we want you to know that we’re not perfect. We could never claim to be. We’ve got some pasts that we’re not proud of (yeah, I ended my sentence with a preposition, but it was purposeful). But instead of hiding those pasts, we believe that people deserve—no, need—to hear about them. Our pasts and all the mistakes and hurts and regrets that color them prove that there is too much hope in the sunrise to just give up during the night.

There are miracles in all of us.

We’re not here to put on a good show or to be seen as the “coolest band ever” or rock out packed stadiums. We’re here to share about our pasts and the way those pasts were turned into something good. We’ve written about them in songs like “Never Too Late,” “Waiting for Beautiful” and “All I Ever Wanted.”

We hope you’ll sing them with us. Because, deep down, we’re all the same. We’re broken. Messed up. Imperfect people, always trying to be something better.

But we’re real.