So here we are finally on our knees waiting for the world to shake us off like a bad case of the fleas
With “The Fleas”, Frank Turner & Jon Snodgrass released a new song for the apocalypse. The song is from “Buddies II: Still Buddies”, a lovely, conversational record made by friends. It’s out now on Xtra Mile, and I think the vinyl is already sold out. Guess we’re all looking for friends who can soundtrack our apocalypse.
Oh baby I will read About the buzzing of the bees About the grass and snakes and spawning lakes and the different types of trees And I will find a way That leads from cruel April into May And someday soon it will be June and you’ll decide to stay
Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls: The Opening Act of Spring
Terrible news from Britain this morning, The so-called #Brexit really feels like the beginning of the end of something great. The European Union, with all its flaws, is still a great idea I strongly believe in; it has brought stability and possibility to European peoples in a way no conventional nation-state could before. To see it disintegrate at the hands of ignorant, populist, racist, xenophobic right-wingers like Farage or obnoxious, power-hungry opportunists like Boris Johnson is tough.
In the midst of all this terribleness comes the release of this fun video for “Love Forty Down” by Frank Turner. The skinny English country singer has written songs that are more political or better commentary for this fuck up, but the clip is a good 2 and a half minutes of respite feat. a tennis match against Jason Isbell.
“I face the horizon, everywhere I go.
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home.”
(@Deception Pass State Park)
This acoustic version of “The Opening Act of Spring” has everything that I like about Frank Turner. I’m so looking forward to his new album Positive Songs for Negative People, out sometime soon, I hope.
Ragan’s music is increasingly straight-up country and, similar to everyone’s skinny half-assed English coutry singer, increasingly polished. But that voice. That mood. It still feels like your best friend sings you a song by a camp fire in the woods while you hand out blankets and wool sweaters. Adding that to the beach scene in the video, this is my current escape-fernweh fantasy.
I always wanted to write a version of this song for me and my friends. I wanted to write the song before the song would just be about how we’re content in our marriages. How we don’t really hate our jobs. How we love our newborn despite everything. Before our moment passed. Before I forget what that we is.