My gift of music today is from an album and artist I’d never heard of until stumbling across it on eMusic last week. You can shake the package, sniff it, what have you, but until you unwrap it and have a listen, you probably won’t know what’s coming.
As Mr. Mod requested, let me tell you a little about what this humble track means to me. It’s got an open-hearted, no-bullshit vibe about it that’s nestled somewhere between dry, early ’70s singer-songwriter stuff packaged in textured, sepia-toned sleeves and Pub Rock. As much as I love rock ‘n roll that blasts out of the speakers and grabs my family jewels, it’s a welcome relief these days to find something sincere and innocent – and pretty catchy, if a minute or two longer than necessary. This song sounds like something a friend would play for me, with the knowledge of that friend right on the surface of the recording, for better and for worse.
Thanks for a fun year, Rock Town Hall.