This band will be in my top three for the rest of my life. It’s weird knowing that you love a band so much, they can never be replaced by any future music finds, no matter how great. Partly it’s because they’ve been around so long they’re like a worn, unsupportive couch or an old family pet. They will always feel the same, no matter how outdated and used they are (note to self: condoms are not like these things–throw out the condoms).
Grandaddy. Sweet with your warm thought-out guitar rifts. Dark from your deep, methodical, incessant drumming. Your comforting, odd voice echoes in my head even after you are over. You make me feel close to nature and absolutely cold towards the technological world. You are underrated, understated, and terribly impecable. You hit the spot every time I listen to your entire musical history whenever I clean my apartment, even that stuff from ’92 which is so different from your later creative ventures. I will blast you through my speakers with the windows open. I have no shame when it comes to you. If you asked, I would wear my apron with nothing underneath.
I know that like most old band crushes, you might not like Grandaddy as much as I do. But listen to these tracks, which are so amazing, and give them the chance they never got to be recognized: Fuck The Valley Fudge, Summer It’s Gone, Shangri-La, At My Post, Jeez Louise, Rear View Mirror, Where I’m Anymore, Campershell Dreams, Wives Of Farmers, Lost On Yer Merry Way, and of course The Nature Anthem, my absolute favorite.