When this #smartwentcrazy disc came out i was in a very directionless point in my life. I had a job i liked but didnt pay well at a silk-screen print shop. My first band was breaking up and i was still reeling from the heartbreak of being dumped ny my girlfriend. I was twenty-five years old and had felt like i had blown all my chances at being the best version of myself. I was wired to be that romantically tragic. This CD floated into my life at precisely the right moment to be my favorite album for months on end. It is smart indie rock with some post-punk angst wrapped up in a urban-chic melancholy that i could not resist. To this day, twenty years after it's release, i have not found a band that has so aptly used a cello in rock music. While laying on my bed in my cold west side apartment i remember pondering the cello and remember my brief encounter with the instrument in elementary school. In fifth grade I wanted to learn an instrument so when a sign up sheet appeared in my music classroom i looked at the available instruments and signed up for bass. Gene Simmons played bass guitar and i figured there was a connection to the two instruments. When it came time to be assigned instruments i was too late to get a bass but the music instructor assured me i would enjoy cello and had shown me the two instruments and it looked like a smaller version of the bass. I was able to take the instrument home and start my lessons. I remember it being frustrating because while i loved the vibration and tone of the instrument i was impatient with my ability to make anything that sounded like music to me. And none of the music i loved at that age had a cello in it and i couldn't see how this instrument would ever translate to what i wanted to be a part of. In a fit of frustration i remember snapping the bow and having to return the instrument and abandoning the lessons. It is one of the biggest regrets of my life. So i laid on my bed listening to this great rock album with powerful and beautiful cello incorporation and wished i could time machine myself a copy so that my impatient little self could have connected the universal dots of music.
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