One not-so-great thing about always playing music by yourself, or even with one other person, is that you can't play big music. For every "One Great City!" that I really, really want to do, I also really, really want to do a huge, bombastic rock song. In one of my favorite album reviews of all time, glenn mcdonald describes a song on Veruca Salt's 1997 album Eight Arms to Hold You as "an extravagant flurry of rock flourishes complete with massed sturm-and-drang guitars, plaintive howls, kamikaze flanging, a sillily heroic solo and 'Na na-na's to shame Journey." That's exactly the aesthetic that I'm going for in the last chorus of this song, you know, with the backing vocals and all that (mind you, Rob poodleface's guitar solo doesn't hurt, either), and if this song can make just one person feel compelled to stand between the speakers in in the middle of her living room and wail "ah-ee-aaahhaaa" while pretending to play guitar, then I think we can count this one as a win.
Thanks for listening to SFoT! Happy New Year!
(shoeboxtapes will be your best friend!)