September 11, 2001. It's an infamous day for Americans. Ask anyone where they were on that exact date and they can tell you. It was a horrifically sad event.
September 12, 2001. A handful of us wandered to the Mohawk Place in a daze to see the band #thedismembermentplan . Everyone there was reeling, we were talking about trying to reach friends in NYC. We were all talking about the tragedy and the pending count of human life lost. Really none of it had settled in yet, we were all in shock. There weren't many of us at the music club. But those of us there knew each other and it was comforting to see familiar faces. The band took the stage solemnly. The vocalist talked about the need for us to be together. The need to cope and heal. The roles music and art have in such a dire time. They launched into their set and played all the the thoughtful indie rock I wanted to hear from this terrific album. For a little while that small room filled with loud music was all that existed, it was a welcome reprieve. The show ended, we hugged each other, thanked the band and wished them well on the remainder of their tour. On the way home that night the car I was in hit and flipped an ambulance onto it's side. Such a surreal couple of days.
This cd is an eclectic indie rock affair. Guitars and keyboards intertwine in syncopated rhythms. The singers nasal warble paints intimate pictures of belonging and longing. It's a great disc (it's also out of print but worth shelling out a little extra moolah for it)
Check out the song "you are invited" a dynamic welcoming gem.
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