Thursday, July 23, 2015

She might be in Tangiers

Had to get tires on the car this morning and WalMart internet said they had 'em. They didn't. And they lacked the ability to put them on my car. They couldn't handle the size.

That's what she said! 

Anyway, found a place that could get them and I have to head back to Panama City this afternoon.

I've been thinking about albums. The record kind, not the photo kind.

As much as I love music, I have a difficult time thinking of albums I love from the first song to the last. I feel like that is a list I should have down at this stage of my life, but the reality is I can only name three  non-concert, non-compilation albums that I listen to without skipping a single track.

My favorite thing about Homeland.
Blood On The Tracks. Which is funny to me because I cannot stand any other Dylan album. It reminds me of me. Every mistake I have ever made, every longing, every moment I can point to as a lesson learned. It's me at my worst with a light at the end of the tunnel that maybe resembles redemption.

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club. When my high school sweetheart ran away from home, every song was covered.

Garbage. I didn't like Stupid Girl. Then I heard I'm Only Happy When It Rains. Then Queer. Then I stopped listening to anything else for months. Even Stupid Girl stopped sucking.

If not for Sweet Child, Appetite would have made it onto this list. Sweet Child is just one of the worst songs I have ever heard.

I started thinking about this list after a couple of conversations with a friend of mine about artists we love and how even someone like Frank Turner can make AMAZING albums with songs I'm like meh about.

And yet... I have this feeling that I am going to have one more addition to this list once Positive Songs comes out. I hope that feeling is right. I hope this album blows my doors off. It's been a long time since I've been so fucking excited about my new music that all other music fades. Give me that gift, Frank.