If You Are To Me Too
This is the sound of riding home after a relaxing summer night. You're all alone, windows down, slow heart, no mistakes. Traffic's not bad and the air's just right. But still, you're driving, which isn't ideal. Thus the slightly dissonant harmonies that creep in at the end, with that beautiful buzzing guitar that hovers like bad posture in the background.
This is the sound of convincing yourself that it's going to work out in the end. And chances are it will. I know it seems bad, what with all the floods and fires, heat and cold, prices of things, lack of things, poisons and famines, drilling and clearing. And I know that it all seems silly sometimes, all this music business that we go on and on about. But we have to have something.
Forest Fire, a band from Brooklyn (but don't hold it against them I guess), are clinging to this hope too, filling three minutes and three seconds of their lovely album with this nice little interlude. It never quite climaxes and rolls to a brief ending with hasty resolution. But, as they say, if it were finished it wouldn't have any tension.
You can download the entire new album, Survival, and pay what you want for it from our friend at Catbird Records. Highly recommended.