Craig Finn is the new Tom Wolfe.
Related: The new Hold Steady disc confirms my pet theory that a truly American rock band must have an organ. Not keys, not synths, but an organ. Think of any song you consider American rock par excellence. It has an organ in it. Absolutely required. J. S. Bach smiles from above.
For the first eighteen years of my life that I was responsible for my bathing, it was done in the morning, every morning. Forced to awaken before dawn, hours not deigned by God or the sun but certainly by the demands of my strict education, I warmed up to the day with running water. Then came college, and the subsequent experimentation with bohemian habits of cleanliness. The summer I lifeguarded, I would go weeks without a specific scrubbing.
Now, though, a day after my quadcentennial, I must find myself anew amidst the spray. Time, timeliness, timelessness, all aspects of a shower, require a short periodicty. But the phase must be shifted, as befits my new-found cellular maturity. I, Noel Weichbrodt, have resolved to bath once a day, in the evening.
The best song on the new Root’s album is the last one.
[Link fixed] Can’t Stop This.
September 29th, 2006 | Identity, Life, Music | 4 comments