On The Impossible Past
February 20, 2012
Tom May – Guitar, Vocals
Joe Godino – Drums
Greg Barnett – Guitar, Vocals
Eric Keen – Bass
1. Good Things 2:23
2. Burn After Writing 3:03
3. The Obituaries 3:17
4. Gates 4:04
5. Ava House 3:41
6. Sun Hotel 3:51
7. Sculptors and Vandals 2:10
8. Mexican Guitars 3:08
9. On The Impossible Past 1:33
10. Nice Things 3:28
11. Casey 3:42
12. I Can’t Seem To Tell 3:05
13. Freedom Bridge 4:12
There was so much buzz about this album I decided to pick it up (what, you thought Epitaph sent me promos to review?!). Pretty good album. There is definite Against Me/Your Arsenal vibe. The pained vocals, the subtle folk influence, punk, but not too punk.
Decent album, Chris Wallace from Your Arsenal is still untouchable vocally.
If you don’t own it, give it a listen.
Rating: ** * two out of three stars
On with the story . . .
On Friday, February 17, 2012, I hopped in the car and spent damn near an hour to get downtown to the La Cita bar. Billy Caldwell of Million Kids and proprietor of the illustrious Spark Plug Magazine put together a very cool get together for staff and friends of the magazine. I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to bring my Mike Check column to their pages from the very first issue.
Anyway, after approximately an hour and eight acts of severe road rage, and the GPS re-mapping my directions I get there.
Once inside, there are members of Million Kids, Brainspoon, Gary 84 and (wait for it . . . ) me!
Here’s the thing the place has a great outdoor patio that plays great punk music until about 9:00 pm, then it changes into a Spanish dance club. Fun place.
So, shortly after 9:00 p.m. I walk two friends, Kathy and Sasheen, out to their car. We walk out of La Cita, and head down Hill St., when out of the corner of my eye I see a homeless man standing staring off into space.
Normally, when I’m walking female friends or women in my family I put myself in between them and the homeless guy, shaved head guy with his area code on his forehead, that kind of thing.
But the weirdest thing happened, just as we’re right to the homeless guy, my friend Kathy Fox, runs over calls the guy by his name, hugs him, stuffed some money in his hand, and starts talking to him about music, and different events around town.
Now, giving money to a homeless guy isn’t amazing, nor is it the point to the story, it was the physical change in the guy. He was staring into space, catatonic. What Kathy did was show some kindness and respect, not pity (married guys, remember years ago when you were single had were treated with kindness and respect? Yeah, me neither.)
Kathy treated this guy as a person. No one wants to be out there on a cold night, hoping to grab a few bucks for a warm cup of coffee.
This is not my typical punk memory, it was more of an eye-opener. I try to help, I give money when I can, but Kathy went one step further, she made a connection, talked to him and made him feel human, even if it was only for a few minutes.
I was humbled. Cheers Kathy!
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