Or, y'know, whatever.
For the record, it's amazing how quickly life starts throwing you curveballs when you decide to do something like that and then actually follow through. Back when I was all Churchy Joe and whatnot we used to talk about the dangers of asking god to open our eyes and lead us to opportunities to do his work because, boom, those opportunities would appear. I've realized now that it's not because the universe changes, but because the way you view and interact with the universe that changes. We close our eyes and ears to so much and tune out everything that's not a direct influence on our desires and habits that we miss just how much there is out there in the world.
There's a lot of world out there, folks. It's terrible and wonderful and big and broad and there's not enough time to see all of it.
Meanwhile, I've been letting The Gaslight Anthem grow on me. They're kinda what would happen if the guys from Sons of Bill grew up in Jersey and had a bit more of a punk influence on their style. This is a statement that makes no sense and is why people shouldn't write about music and expect to seem like they're anything other than pretentious twits, complete idiots, or completely pretentious idiots. Just, y'know, listen:
That said, they don't seem to have the ability to downshift that Sons of Bill exhibits, so their songs kinda sound the same. Still, I got Handwritten and The '59 Sound the other day and I'm not regretting the decision.
It also seems from live videos that the Gaslight guy...how do I say this...benefits from studio magic. This is not something I would say about, say, James Wilson of Sons of Bill. So I'm less likely to truck my ass out to see Gaslight live is what I'm saying.
Speaking of Sons of Bill, they seem to have made a new video for "Virginia Calling."
I enjoy both the composition and the storytelling.
Or the heals, if you enjoy homonym-based punnery. Which I don't. Not in the least little bit.