When it comes to music, I'm a singer-songwriter kind of girl. Matt Nathanson, Tallest Man on Earth, and Dar Williams crowd my playlists. Occasional outliers like the White Stripes and Talking Heads make their appearance. But I am not a rock 'n' roll kind of girl, nor am I into punk. So when I fell in fast love with Gaslight Anthem some two years ago, I was somewhat confused. For those of you who don't know them, Gaslight Anthem is like Bruce Springsteen's punky nephews. And though I'm not one for punk or for Bruce Springsteen, Gaslight Anthem speaks to me like few musicians ever have.
Their upbeat songs (being most of them) have a kind of desperate joy about them. Like they know happiness isn't something you can hold onto in this world but they have it in their grasps for just this moment and the fleetingness does not lessen the joy at all. Makes it more manic perhaps, but also more meaningful.
The slower songs have a gritty beauty made more poignant by Brian Fallon's raspy voice.
I once told a friend that the innermost unchanging part of me has Gaslight Anthem as it's soundtrack. I hope that's true
For a bit of their desperate joy:
Their upbeat songs (being most of them) have a kind of desperate joy about them. Like they know happiness isn't something you can hold onto in this world but they have it in their grasps for just this moment and the fleetingness does not lessen the joy at all. Makes it more manic perhaps, but also more meaningful.
The slower songs have a gritty beauty made more poignant by Brian Fallon's raspy voice.
I once told a friend that the innermost unchanging part of me has Gaslight Anthem as it's soundtrack. I hope that's true
For a bit of their desperate joy:
And a touch of their gritty beauty:
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