The big guns
July 09, 2008
Last summer I listened to the French Kicks on my headphones all the time, feeling bright and powerful. Like I could stay up all night writing and never be alone.
Then we went and saw them live and the performance was a total letdown. The lanky lead singer hid behind a mop of curly hair. They looked sloppy. They played sloppy. I kept waiting for them to get it together and sound like they sound in my head, buzzing and hot like July. Shawn said they were probably on drugs. Why didn’t I think of that? Am I naïve? Is that why they made me feel high?
I’m sick of everything that used to turn me on.
I wanted everything but it took too long.
It’s summer again and I have avoided last year’s music. I thought it would be foolhardy, maybe even depressing, to play that soundtrack again. However.
“One More Time” just came on my iPod and I feel like a fool, A FOOL, for not bringing out the big guns sooner. French Kicks, I still love you.
One More Time mp3
Hell yeah, Hannah! This made me laugh such that Foxy got scared of me!
You are not naive; you are optimistic. I love that.
Posted by: Shawn | July 14, 2008 at 02:44 PM
I saw the Kicks in San Fran once....and I watched Stumpf stumble around in a stupor as he told us "it's not what it seems." I was thinking....you're right....everyone thinks you are drunk and really you're slung on heroin.
By the way...what a line: "I watched Stumpf stumble around in a stupor."
Posted by: shawn | July 14, 2008 at 02:49 PM