“Apple Pie” Written and Produced by Skyler Kilborn and Logan Grimé Mixed by Will Brierre Cello Performed By Shawn Alpy Mastered By Mike Hinton Recorded in Skyler’s 2004 Saab and in both of our apartments.
Management: Jason Lekberg - jason.lekberg@lekbergenterprises.com
Director: Logan Grimé
Editing: Logan Grimé and Egan Kolb
Producer/ DP: Emmanuel Moran
AD/DP: Egan Kolb
Key Makeup / Stylist: Tara Marshell
Set Design: Jules Kobelin Bailey Kobelin
Grip: Keith Strand Devon Perez
Set PA/ Lights: Bron Anderson
Set PA: Isaac Yates
Choreography: Lauren Gould
Additional Production: Sashwa Burros Tim Terry
Intro Music Written By: Stix Zadinia (Drummer of Steel Panther)
Everyone who took the ride: Alex Kiser Lindsay Depew Lauren Kilborn Isaac Yates Lauren Connoly Martin Martinez Jim Towne Paolo Maloles and Migui Maloles Heidi Goldstein and Lauren Talon Alex Guyot Brendan Bickle Caitlyn Bishop Robert Arroyo Lexi Con Lester Temple Tova Sloan Chris and Matthew Placencia Ozzy Grimé Gunny Kilborn Sierra Yates
Thanks to our pool crew!!
Parents: Keely Everett Kirsten Dugan Josh Luria Dan McCall Erik Flatt Steve Friedman Madeline Gagliani Whitney Moore Nate Yates
Kids: **Cash McCall** Luka Yates Corina Yates Bella Everett Kylie Dugan Van Dugan Brady Flatt Rylan Flatt Maya Friedman Mason Scherer Gagliani Jazzy Luria Jack McCall Marco Gagliani
Special Thanks: nearfutu.re Ricky Kelly John Rendon Michael Coleman Leo Ronin Jennifer Grimé Liza Fronzcak Kathy Menary/ Dale McClureNate Yates Mandi Towne
It doesn’t add up You cause a night terror and then you run Won't you weigh in? ‘Cause I don’t know where you’re coming from It doesn’t matter You cause a night terror for no reason Get burned by the rays with sand in your eyes I’ll have a piece of your apple pie
I need to tell you something It’s going to get better yea I know You ride the jets I’ll write the checks Let me tell you something It’s going to get better yea I know You ride the jets I’ll write the checks
It doesn’t add up Trial by fire when all is done The angles play in One mans fear and the others following It doesn’t matter You cause a night terror for no reason Get burned by the rays with sand in your eyes I’ll have a piece of your apple pie
