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Wow, accidental double dose of instrumental introspection. I think something zippy is in order today. Nothing earth-shattering. Just a crisp, honest slice of guitar pop from that album where Scott McCaughey had Wilco as his backing band. Which explains the vibraphone and kinda pointless fall-apart ending. Wistfulness goes nicely with bendy riffs though.
Marshall Crenshaw got a raw deal. His self-titled debut is a parade of great pop songs. The influences are obvious, but he executes brilliantly. And it's got that bright eyed ambition that makes first albums special. But he was done in by unfortunate timing. Snappy, traditional-minded rock n' roll didn't stand a chance in '82. Not much room for poor Marshall between Eye of the Tiger and Thriller. So it goes. But the record has aged very nicely. And this is a song to help you get up and going on a Monday. Or at least one I can sing along with in the morning while half-asleep and trying to get my act together.
Wow, accidental double dose of instrumental introspection. I think something zippy is in order today. Nothing earth-shattering. Just a crisp, honest slice of guitar pop from that album where Scott McCaughey had Wilco as his backing band. Which explains the vibraphone and kinda pointless fall-apart ending. Wistfulness goes nicely with bendy riffs though.
Marshall Crenshaw got a raw deal. His self-titled debut is a parade of great pop songs. The influences are obvious, but he executes brilliantly. And it's got that bright eyed ambition that makes first albums special. But he was done in by unfortunate timing. Snappy, traditional-minded rock n' roll didn't stand a chance in '82. Not much room for poor Marshall between Eye of the Tiger and Thriller. So it goes. But the record has aged very nicely. And this is a song to help you get up and going on a Monday. Or at least one I can sing along with in the morning while half-asleep and trying to get my act together.
