I have loved Hey Rosetta! for a long while now and am prepared to claim them as one of my all time favorite bands. But here’s the truth, this music often makes me cry, and not because it’s quiet and pretty, though it is pretty and sometimes quiet. If I cry, I cry when a song hits full zenith, when the guitars, drums and violin have crescendoed to the point of bursting. I don’t know why. I just do. I know music is about personal taste — so much in life is. But this band brings me home (and sometimes I feel so far from home), not just because they sound intrinsically Canadian to me (and yes, Canadian music has a sound to it, just like bands from the UK have a certain sound…or singers from Iceland…) but because those guitar chords whack away at something in me. Like a whipper snipper!!! No. Not a whipper snapper. A whipper snipper. If you are Canadian, you know what I refer to. I hope you like this. It’s lovely, it’s beautiful and eventually it’s sad…and I can’t help but wonder where she went.
Aaaaaannnnddd, I owe you a real blog post. I’ve been sick. I’m getting better. The blog post cometh, by and by, it cometh.
Happy New Year!