Artist: Dan Andriano In the Emergency Room
Album: Hurricane Season
I was having a really spectacular day today. I got to spend the morning with my nieces, teaching the younger two how to sew, and then talked to my big sis about the upcoming camping trip, and then I came home to a never-been-used sewing machine that someone I know gifted me out of the goodness of her heart. I have spent today full of love and smiles, and I know that sounds cheesy, but I don’t care. I love the summertime. It brings out the best in me, and days like today remind me that even though I have my rough days (just like everyone) that there are some really spectacular people in my life, and that my life is charmed. (seriously, who else gets a job and a brand new sewing machine just by posting on facebook that they need one? I tried the boyfriend thing once, but everyone just laughed at me. I think I might attempt that request again soon…)
I cannot even explain to you guys how excited I was about the sewing machine. Actually, I can. My cousin Kenny had an extra ticket to go see The Starting Line tonight. He was willing to give it to me for free, just so that someone would use the ticket, and I decided I would rather stay home and sew things. The enormity of that is astounding.
Anyway, so picture me, sitting in my room watching the Phillies kick the Pirates asses, and then watching a new Phineas and Ferb, and then watching “The 90’s Are All That” on Teennick. Life is good. I am a happy camper. All of the sudden I hear this clicking noise, like a bug hitting against my ceiling. I won’t get into the gory details, but I will say that a side light that stays on all night and a less than totally functioning window equaled a bug plague of Biblical proportions in my bedroom….at three am. I tried to sleep through it, but I could hear them swarming around and I couldn’t deal with it, so I bug-sprayed the life out of those suckers, flushed a few stinkbugs down the toilet, and am now sitting here downstairs at the computer sufficiently skeeved out and kind of scared of my stupid bedroom.
I realize that this has absolutely NOTHING to do with the album I am talking about tonight, but since it was just released, I don’t have any fun stories that go along with it, and now that I’m in a less happy mood than I was all day today, I am sitting here listening to it on spotify.
Like I said in the last entry, I love Alkaline Trio, and I love acoustic music, so this album for me is a winner. I don’t necessarily subscribe to the “Matt Skiba is god” notion, mostly because I believe that God is God, but also because, as it turns out, most of my favorite Alk3 songs are not Skiba songs, but rather Andriano songs. I realized this several years back when I had the absolute pleasure of seeing him play a solo gig, along with Chris Conley of Saves The Day and a big hairy guy from one of those “deer” bands, but I don’t recall which one. This was before I even really listened to Saves, so the only songs I really knew were a few from Conley and most of Andriano’s stuff. I remember thinking then that I really hoped he would put out a solo album, because I dug what he was throwing down, and while it is several years later, I am glad to see that my request was granted.
I haven't listened with the intensity that I wish I was able, but it is my belief that most of these songs are written as love letters to his wife from the road, which makes them even more beautiful, as far as I am concerned. If you want to check his stuff out, my suggestion would be to listen to either On Monday or Me and Denver. Both tracks come in the middle of the album, and both are highlights as far as I am concerned. My goal is to own this album one day, but for now I will continue to listen to it every chance I get on spotify.
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