Your Hand in Mine

This is one of those spur of the moment blog entries where I write because I was suddenly and spuriously inspired while driving on the highway, listening to the radio. There was some discussion about this local rock instrumental band (the Precious Fathers)...and how some of their fans are not so happy with the fact that there are no lyrics to their songs. And if you think about it, this is a rather strange complaint to make considering we don't say that about bach, mozart, or coltrane...

ANYWAYS. it's really the rock genre that's at issue. nobody writes instrumental rock, the commentators said, and true enough - there's not a lot of instrumental rock out there. but as they were lamenting this hole in the grand universe of music, I thought - EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY! they are this fantastic texan band that writes guitar riffs like no other...and I remember reading once - if you played their stuff loud enough, even the most mundane of tasks (like wallpapering) would be life-altering. That is the best description of their music I have ever heard.

And here they are, for your auditory pleasure, because great music (even without lyrics) is meant to be shared. I've chosen a live track as to prove to you they are FOR REALS.