Once in awhile, you discover something that makes you realize that the human race is not a terrible, horrible mistake. Well, I’ve discovered Freelance Whales. It’s a Brooklyn band, currently on tour through North America. A bit synth, with some compelling lyrics.
As a writer, I have a difficult time embracing new bands because – aside from a complete lack of talent and artistry – they have no message worth telling. When people ask me what do I write, I flippantly tell them, “Whatever I’m paid to write.” In fact, I am a thoroughly capable writer that can give you more bang for your buck than anyone out there. Except for two areas: Technical writing (I can do this, but probably not at top-dollar level) and poetry. I am no poet. It’s never been a way for me to express myself.
Music is poetry, but we’ve forgotten this. “I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping while my guitar gently weeps” is usurped by “can you pay my bills, can you pay my telephone bills?” You may be a triflin’, good for nothin’ type of brother, but there’s no doubt that artistry is sacrificed in the name of catchiness.
So, I embrace bands like Freelance Whales where life is a winding spiralcase. I want to know more of their world. So long as such lyrics are written, there’s a reason to listen to the next generation.