It's been a while. What can I say? Life's been busy. I've been slowly but surely climbing the ranks at work; and I still enjoy it as much as I used to. I've been dating a lovely lady for nearly seven months at this point with nary a squabble over something that doesn't involve listening to a Shins album from start to finish or running late to dinner. I've even been doing less damage to my liver via alcohol.
That being said? Here's some musical recommendations (read: brief reviews of albums I've been digging as of late). I've been listening to more new music as of late, thanks to that Spotify thing--and a growing disinterest in a few of the podcasts that have been stealing my time slowly but surely over the past year or so.
Direct Hit! - DOMESPLITTER
This band sounds like Dillinger Four and Andrew W.K. playing Plants Vs. Zombies together while listening to early Green Day. Their new record DOMESPLITTER should gets fists in the air and all sorts of "HEY! HEY! HEY!" chants going in a live setting. Check it out at the band's Bandcamp page.
Aficionado - Aficionado
Warning: The subsequent description won't do this album justice. Currently, this is a strong contender for Album of the Year. Guitars weave between a sharp crunch and noodly, the rhythm section is tight, and the male-female vocal duo keeps things interesting. And the lyrics seem to focus directly on honesty, sincerity, etc. in a way that points fingers as much at the band themselves as the audience. Others have beat me to the Cursive and Piebald comparisons, and these are definitely apt but I'd also put it out there that fans of Brand New, Manchester Orchestra, Say Anything, and/or Weatherbox would do well to look into these guys. I fuckin' love this record.
The Copyrights - North Sentinel Island
Telling you the Copyrights sound like early Green Day, Off With Their Heads, the Dopamines, Dear Landlord, Teenage Bottlerocket, etc. would be a fair assessment, but it would also do the band some injustice. They aren't quite as gritty as Off With Their Heads or Dear Landlord and they're far from the saccharin sweetness of Teenage Bottlerocket. They land squarely in the middle. And with North Sentinel Island, they manage to throw in plenty of big hooks coupled with slick production and interesting song structures to stand out from the pack.
Bomb the Music Industry! - Vacation
One look at the Vacation lyrics sheet will tell you that BTMI! mastermind, Jeff Rosenstock is happier. Maybe not happy, but happier. And that positive attitude permeates the album--music and lyrics. Subtle hints of Weezer, Beach Boys, and Elvis Costello abound. No ska. Just well orchestrated, punk rock influenced power-pop for those who would rather smirk when they feel good instead of smiling.
The more I think about it, the more the things she said sting. Is it fair to think about leaving someone for months without letting them know that you're unhappy? Is there another guy involved? I don't know. And I don't want to know. I need to keep moving forward. With one slight change of plans...
Allow myself to crack. Just don't let myself break.
Pretty poignant if I don't say so myself. If I spend too much time hyping positivity, self-improvement, and all that other good stuff, I'll miss a pretty important part of the healing process. And the last thing I need is to wind up like last time. A heartless, confused douchebag. Mind you, I use that last word lightly and relative to myself in terms of my typical behavior.
Sometimes, my friends give me some pretty great advice. Stay busy. Fill the weekends. But make sure to have some "me" time. Save time for thinking, reflecting on what went down. Don't hide from your problems, face them rationally and calmly as they come. I just hope I can follow my own advice.
Random thoughts from today:
- "Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days" by Bomb the Music Industry! sounds perfect rolling down the highway on a hot, early summer's afternoon.
- I bought a ticket to see Set Your Goals and the Swellers in July. Stoked!
- I bought a pair of new tickets to see Jim Jeffries tonight. He's from Australia by way of the United Kingdom, and he's way funnier than that Russel Brand character.
- I saw a pair of bare footprints pretty clearly staining the upper-third of a window on the subway today. How they got there, I may never know. But it was pretty epic.
- That new Transit E.P. is awesome. Reminds me of a perfect combination of Crime in Stereo, Polar Bear Club, and New Found Glory. But heavier on the Crime in Stereo than anything else.
We had a lengthy talk last night, that mostly consisted of me spewing forth emotional vomit. And her saying she was "sorry," and that she "didn't want to hurt me." I believe her on all accounts, and while she was sympathetic and understanding she was true to herself. She needs some time, she needs to sort things out, and she needs to decide if "we" are worth fighting for.
It's official. We are on a break. Hah. And here I was thinking that this blog would be emo-free. Sorry about that.
But uh, the good news? I ran three miles tonight. I upped my push-up count by a few. I saw that new "Star Trek" flick. And I spent the remainder of my evening drinking and listening to Bomb the Music Industry! See? The single life isn't all that bad, right?