First off, it took me so long to finish this entry that I had to change the title from “The Early November in January” to “The Early November in April”. If that isn’t procrastination at its finest, then nothing is.
Hello there. I am here to spread the news. Remember early 2000s “emo” music? Well, despite all of your wishes, that shit is still alive and well. Although some of my more musically inclined pals would argue against my placing The Early November in that category, does it look like I care?
I hope you guys know that I am kidding about that, please prove me wrong and explain to me why, I’m not scared. We are on the subject because of the little itty-bitty release of an album of songs that have already been out in the world for many years, but this time they are acoustic.
The Early November is a band I have had the pleasure of following for a long while now, chalk-full of everything from angsty teenaged cries for help to beautifully constructed songs made only to induce rapid head banging. Both are just fine with me. They recently released an album titled Fifteen Years and it rules. The singer and founder of the group, Ace Enders, mixed the entire album in a bunch of different Starbucks’ on a laptop. It spans their fifteen-year career as a band, including rarities and favorites from all five of their records. And it’s beautiful.
Now I know no one cares unless they are a fan, but I am here to talk about how essential this kind of thing is for artists. To see a band together for a good portion of their lives, releasing music, being creative, letting their demons roam within this eternal art has to be one of the coolest things humans are even capable of. The feelings that these musicians felt while writing these songs aren’t exactly relevant in their grownup lives, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t relevant in any of the millions of teenagers just trying to find their place amongst the bullshit that fills the internet. This is why it is important, not just to me, but to everyone who has ever found solace in these songs.
What I’m trying to say is simple: Believe in the things you love enough to share them. It’s the reason why people make shit, to share it with others and hope it helps as much as it did for them. Have I mentioned how cool music is yet?
As i close this entry I realize there really is no direction other that my obsession with this band, so I will shut up now and post it anyway. Your mission: Go back into the deep closet that is your eighth grade iPod and remember why you listened to your personal oldies in the first place. I promise you will not regret it and might even find something in yourself you forgot was there. Light, passion, anger, happiness, doubt, and even sadness are some of the feelings I feel when I plunge into my iTunes library. Each and every memorable moment of my life can be accompanied by a song I loved at the time. It is a part of me, more than I ever expected it to be. I promise you won’t regret it.
Thanks friends, Stay Radical
SongOfTheDay
The Mountain Range in My Living Room (acoustic) – The Early November
I mean, obviously.
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