Once again, I watched The Resentments do their thing this evening at The Saxon Pub. And, once again, I was blown away.
Discovering the song Trouble Find Me was worth missing an evening of scripted presidential debates or that little thing called ACL happening down the street.
The trouble song is layered with hidden characters chanting from deep places. It's so much more than a song with words and notes- -It's what's between those layers that's intoxicating.
Jeff Plankenhorn said he was grateful Sun Radio found the song lately; he introduced the song as if it was a part of him too.
He admitted to being "grumpy," though he said, it was all just "first world problems."
In their usual supportive humor, the band jeered back, "It might be too much coffee."
Plankenhorn, holding up his venti iced latte said, "Maybe. But, no, I needed this tonight."
The evening lured in more laughter, and just enough of the good stuff to keep me sentimentally wanting more.
The falsetto, the soulful cries, the aching restless reaching of the song was more than campfire warm.
The trouble song was a preacher preaching, and I was the only person in the room. The song weeps, "Don't want no trouble . . . But, trouble find me. Trouble find me . . . redemption too far gone. . . now, I am left, I am left with an empty bottle and an aching head. . ."
The song captured my favorite thing about watching The Resentments on Sunday evenings- -it's okay to just be. Come as a mess. Come burned out. Come grumpy. And, bring a friend.
Bruce Hughes introduced his new, old green guitar friend. Then came an impromptu musical performance by Brett Dennen.
Miles Zuniga told tales of working with the Gin Blossoms and singing through Africa with Dennen. Dennen picking up the guitar with the band was a simple welcome home.
And David Hamburger, introduced by Hughes as "one of my favorite guitarist of all time," was invited too.
Stupid life stories were all right too. Because, like Zuniga explained a few performances ago, sometimes you are driving a car with the floor literally falling out.
Some days, trouble is worth finding.
Discovering the song Trouble Find Me was worth missing an evening of scripted presidential debates or that little thing called ACL happening down the street.
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| Jeff Plankenhorn |
He admitted to being "grumpy," though he said, it was all just "first world problems."
In their usual supportive humor, the band jeered back, "It might be too much coffee."
Plankenhorn, holding up his venti iced latte said, "Maybe. But, no, I needed this tonight."
The evening lured in more laughter, and just enough of the good stuff to keep me sentimentally wanting more.
The falsetto, the soulful cries, the aching restless reaching of the song was more than campfire warm.
The trouble song was a preacher preaching, and I was the only person in the room. The song weeps, "Don't want no trouble . . . But, trouble find me. Trouble find me . . . redemption too far gone. . . now, I am left, I am left with an empty bottle and an aching head. . ."
The song captured my favorite thing about watching The Resentments on Sunday evenings- -it's okay to just be. Come as a mess. Come burned out. Come grumpy. And, bring a friend.
Bruce Hughes introduced his new, old green guitar friend. Then came an impromptu musical performance by Brett Dennen.
Miles Zuniga told tales of working with the Gin Blossoms and singing through Africa with Dennen. Dennen picking up the guitar with the band was a simple welcome home.
And David Hamburger, introduced by Hughes as "one of my favorite guitarist of all time," was invited too.
Stupid life stories were all right too. Because, like Zuniga explained a few performances ago, sometimes you are driving a car with the floor literally falling out.
Some days, trouble is worth finding.
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