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| It was a small venue so I got pretty good pics. |
I was fortunate enough to attend a Bad Suns show last Friday in downtown Phoenix with my family. Tons of energy. Great music. I enjoyed the shit out of it. Really. And surprisingly, so did my kids. (I just love the word surprisingly. I use it profusely. And every time I do I think of Stephen King's hate of adverbs. Sadly, I just can't help myself.)
You may or may not recall my
Bad Suns obsession.
Admittedly, back in 2017, it was fairly fleeting, but surprisingly and
awesomely, their new album rocks. Okay, not rocks per se, but it's great
and stuff.
Seriously, I really like Mystic Truth. There really isn't even a single song I don't like. Especially "The World and I" and "Hold Your Fire." And really, how could you not? And I noticed something. Bizarrely, even though I listened to Mystic Truth ceaselessly for two months preceding the show (as is my custom to familiarize myself with my charge), I realized at the concert that I still didn’t know many of the words to their songs. Which indicates to me that the strong guitar hooks and simple melodies are the selling point (and that I really am losing it).
Truthfully, generally, the lyrics are a bit trite for my taste. Too many are about lurve, I guess. But after seeing them live, and hearing a wide selection of their old and new songs together, there's something so freaking wholesome and good about them. A week later, I’m still waking up with their music in my head. I suspect I’m hearing it in my dreams.
Never mind that I was the second oldest person in the room. Who cares, friend! Surprisingly, I had no qualms about it. Contrarily, it felt good to be an adult, having a good time watching my kids having a good time.
Surprisingly sincere,
J. L. Dodd
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