So, some bad news. Chris Faller has left The Hush Sound. This is particularly sad because, while Chris wasn't the most talented member of the band (sorry kid, but Greta kind of rocks), he was most assuredly the most adorable member. Not to mention that its always sad when someone leaves a band you actually like. Well, not always, I'm kind of glad to be rid of that Brent kid from Panic at the Disco... and I'd choose Micheal Guy Chislett over Tom Conrad just about any day... okay, and I wasn't really all that sad when Justin San Souci left The Matches... but that's not the point. The point is that its a shame. I liked Chris Faller. And I'm seeing The Hush Sound in concert next week. I would have gone to see them either way, but now I'm sad.
But Cobra Starship is almost done with their new album, so that makes life a little better.
And I managed to buy two of the last six tickets available to see Jack's Mannequin around here in a few weeks... definitely a bright spot in my life.
If nothing else, I can listen to The Matches and Zebrahead's cover of "Violent Love" originally by Oingo Boingo. That's basically the best thing ever. At least for this week.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Today was a day just like any other...
Okay, so, in case you haven't been paying attention, the new Jack's Mannequin album: The Glass Passenger came out on Tuesday. If you haven't gotten a copy already, you need to stop reading and go buy it. Now. Seriously. Still there? I figured you would be, but it was worth a try.
Anyway, if you didn't get the impression right then, I really, really like the new album. Musically, its beautiful; lyrically, its unbelievable. Let me start by saying, hopeful and happy Jack's Mannequin, is pretty freakin' depressing. Its very sad (seriously, like cancer patient sad), but the inherent message is one of life and hope. That doesn't change the fact that lullabies about depressed people and pretty darn sad. All in all, the result is an amazing album that I truly don't have the words to explain. And that's saying something. I mean, if you're reading this, you've probably read my ridiculously long review of the new Panic at the Disco album, you know that I tend to get a little wordy to explain that things are good. In fact, ask me about Say Anything (the band, not the movie... or the movie, I guess, I have thoughts on that, too) sometime, if you're prepared to spend an hour listening to me talk about the quality of Max Bemis's metaphors. But Jack's Mannequin gives me warm, fuzzy, bubbly feeling in my chest, and I totally can't figure out how to properly qualify that. Its just fantastic.
And all at once I realized, my life had become a boring pop song, and everybody was singing along...
Anyway, if you didn't get the impression right then, I really, really like the new album. Musically, its beautiful; lyrically, its unbelievable. Let me start by saying, hopeful and happy Jack's Mannequin, is pretty freakin' depressing. Its very sad (seriously, like cancer patient sad), but the inherent message is one of life and hope. That doesn't change the fact that lullabies about depressed people and pretty darn sad. All in all, the result is an amazing album that I truly don't have the words to explain. And that's saying something. I mean, if you're reading this, you've probably read my ridiculously long review of the new Panic at the Disco album, you know that I tend to get a little wordy to explain that things are good. In fact, ask me about Say Anything (the band, not the movie... or the movie, I guess, I have thoughts on that, too) sometime, if you're prepared to spend an hour listening to me talk about the quality of Max Bemis's metaphors. But Jack's Mannequin gives me warm, fuzzy, bubbly feeling in my chest, and I totally can't figure out how to properly qualify that. Its just fantastic.
And all at once I realized, my life had become a boring pop song, and everybody was singing along...
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