William Blake? You know, that poet...never mind.
So, anyway, Friday night, I was out with friends (yes, I do have a few), and crossed paths with one Kenn Jankowski, whom I knew only as lead guitarist for the Golden Republic, which, if I may say, is the only band in town that dresses like a band is supposed to — and I mean even when they're off the clock. OK, actually, I was thinking of the first incarnation. With this one, you have a frontman and a singer who are all-around up-with-the-trends stylish, and a drummer and bassist who have their own individual style (drums: hipster countryboy; bass: gothic gangster artkid), which is great, because you don't want just another band of indie rocker popinjays trying to imitate the Stones, which no one in this town has enough money (or places to shop) to do anyway. But I digress...
Anyway, Kenn mentioned something about this new band of his, but (to his credit) didn't buzz up in my ear about it, so I forgot all about it. Also, any talk of his band was eclipsed when we went to a house party and he was one of two people who bravely donned swimsuits and jumped into a frigid above-ground pool. You'd never guess from seeing Kenn clothed, but he's actually kind of got muscles. He shamed me. But again, I digress.
Direct your attention now to said band of Kenn's: the Republic Tigers. I am thoroughly impressed — so much so that I sent that link to other music editors just to bait them about how we have good bands coming out of the woodwork here. Go you Tigers!
Oh, and by the way, it's 9/11, so spend a moment thinking about falling out of a building with volcanic plumes of fire all around and screaming and horror and curl up in the fetal position under your desk, shaking uncontrollably and rocking back and forth until someone calls an ambulance and they give you a shot of that that that wonderful juicenyeeeeeah!
Hey, everyone feels for their country in their own way. Don't judge.
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