This past Saturday (June 1), I attended the Chicago date of a tour that consisted of one of my absolute dream lineups: Captain, We’re Sinking, Restorations, Fake Problems, and The Menzingers. I am entirely not exaggerating when I say that I have spent the months since I bought tickets anticipating this date like it was my personal birthday party, and if anything, it surpassed these expectations.
As you can read in my write-up about their latest full-length record, The Future is Cancelled, my relationship with Captain, We’re Sinking is one of adoration over their frustration. To quote Braid, “frustration can be gorgeous,” and for what it is worth, I don’t necessarily value dwelling on negative thoughts, but I will always appreciate the power of raw, unbridled emotion. Even prior to this album’s release, the band had that special something that propelled them to the top of my everyday standby playlists, and led to them being a constant topic in any number of “why isn’t this band bigger”-type conversations. I’m not a musician myself (except for years of childhood piano lessons, but I hardly count that), and so I often struggle with explaining the intricacies of a band’s musicianship or the specific sonic examples of just why I appreciate the music that I do, and so I land in this situation where all of my enjoyment is tied to gut instinct and nostalgia for where I was when I heard an album, or what role it played in my life emotionally. With that being said, Captain, We’re Sinking just make sense to me at a time when I’m quietly screaming inside about just how much I, and all of us, have no idea what we’re doing.
As the show openers for a sold-out Saturday evening at Subterranean in Chicago’s Wicker Park neighborhood, Captain, We’re Sinking could not have chosen a more appropriate introductory number than “Lake,” easily the most aggressive and raucous track off of The Future is Cancelled. That’s not to say that the anxiously buzzing crowd needed awakening, however, as the venue was surprisingly full for the start of a punk show, and that itself is a great testament to just how stacked this particular tour lineup is. Michael and I saw Captain, We’re Sinking at this very same venue less than three months ago, and the transition in audience awareness and participation from that pre-album release show to this post-album release show was astounding. In what would become one of the evening’s reoccurring themes, it was not only visibly noticeable how stoked the band themselves were about the response, but also how much they fed off of the energy of the crowd. I had my own opinions about how well the album was doing based off of general Internet buzz, but seeing how that played out live was a wonderful feeling, and I couldn’t have been happier with their set, the fans surrounding me, and how much this would set the tone for the rest of the evening.
January, 2013. (photo (C) 2012 Ed Lovelace)
I’m working on a lot of things, it’s been a while, I apologize. I’ve had some really amazing things happen and some really terrible things in the last couple months. I’m definitely on a new page, and I have to start there. So, I’m going to make a record by myself, hopefully sometime this year. I’ve just started to work on these songs now, as well as new Gaslight Anthem songs for our next record.
I’ve learned there’s too much to be done and not a lot of time to do it in. Things can change overnight. So I’m going to do my best to get as much music out there as I can while I’m young enough and fortunate enough to have people listening.
There’s no termoil or anything with Gaslight, we’re going to be writing too, but I’m sure we’re gonna need a breather after this year of touring before we go in to make our next record. So since I can’t sit still, I’m gonna make another record. It’s what happens when you don’t do drugs, you end up with a lot of down time. So I fill that time with songs now.
Here’s to looking forward to what comes out.
See you guys soon.
I don’t love pictures…
I guess I’m gonna have to change this blog’s name to “Sticking Up For People.com”
***EDIT: To clarify ONE THING… Mars Church or whatever… I have no idea what this is. I’m writing this to address people I read attacking Dustin himself. I know nothing of this church, and so I can not defend them because I don’t know about them.***
So Mr. Dustin Kensrue feels led by The Lord to leave Thrice and play worship music.
Awesome. I love that he’s doing that.
I understand some Thrice fans might be bummed that they broke up, but bands do that from time to time and it happens. You have to keep in mind that it’s not your band. These people have lives that are more important than the thing they do that we love and admire. Real life happens to people in the spotlight.
The thing that drives me crazy is that all of the people who post ridiculousness about all these musicians and love to comment on everything but never actually go and do anything themselves. Most of you have never taken a stance in your life like some of these people do. (yea, Laura Jane comes to mind…I dare you to come forward like that.) You all just sit there and post on the internet uneducated quips about how Dustin’s a Christian so that somehow = racist, sexist, homophobe? (I wonder what Teppei thinks of Dustin’s obligatory Christian racism being he’s Japanese and all?) The guy wants to praise his Lord, whatever… how does that affect you? Even Fat Mike agrees with “Happy Guy” check that out. And how did Christians become racist, sexist, homophobes? What’s a Christian to you? FOX News anchors? Awesome. Well thought out, those people are class acts. Ask my wife all about sexism (def: discrimination or devaluation based on a person’s sex) and how our household is run… I tell you what, this Christian’s house is a woman’s world! And homophobia (def: a person who fears or hates homosexuals)? Great. Why don’t you ask anyone who’s gay who knows Dustin about how poorly he’s treated them? I bet you don’t get the response you were looking for. Do you even know what these words mean before you go tossing them around people’s necks?
Bono, which whatever you think about him, once said something really great… “Don’t judge a band by it’s audience.” Take that a step further and you go into humanity, don’t judge a group of people by one small percentage. Are all Muslums terrorists because a few insane people used the religion for their twisted ideas? No. Were all German people Nazis? Absolutely not. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing by being the very thing you speak out against. Bob Dylan has a great quote I’d love to have posted above the White House’s doors… he said…
“In a soldier’s stance I aimed my hand at the Mongrel dogs who teach.
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy in the instant that I preach.”
Think about it for one second. I’m all about people posting their thoughts on forums and expressing themselves freely. But it’s just silly now, and I truly believe it’s dangerous.
If we, as open-minded music fans become closed off to anything outside our realm of thought, then who will be left to be open? Where will we be free to express ourselves?
I don’t think we all have to agree… how many bands love Fugazi yet sell t shirts? I do.
But we do have to have open discussions. We do have to be able to express our thoughts
and not fear chastisement from our peers. We should be educating each other, and helping each other not throwing around unwarranted insults and slander. Leave that
to the politicians.
I can’t spell, I can’t form a proper sentence, and punctuation is a lost cause on me, but
I love you guys and girls, and guys who used to be girls and girls who used to be dinosaurs, and every other one of you. And I love that Dustin sings about Jesus. And if God bought him a house, good for him. Long live Frank Turner.
Heroes of the music industry!
And all my friends say “Hey turn the record over, I’ll see you on the flipside. There you go, turn the key and engine over, let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet.” But have you seen my heart?
WORSHIP IS KILLING ME
I was 23 years old, and already a few years into a fog of doubt and confusion that was slowly suffocating me. I was not unaware of my situation, but my diagnosis was way off the mark. To be sure, I knew that I had “lost my faith,” but I didn’t understand why.