I feel out of the loop, musically, since I moved last year and left behind the best independent indie rock station ever. And working now in a concrete basement means I can’t even listen to their mobile app either. So if the US has finally woken up to Frank Turner, first off, horray! Second, you probably don’t need the following link barrage I’m about to hit you with. Third, I devoured this book on my lunch breaks (as well as my lunch) while being forced […]
I’d Follow Him Down That Road
I love Frank Turner. I have since I heard “Recovery” on the radio for the first time about two years ago. I’ve seen him live three times since then, and he never fails to disappoint. Punk rock with an acoustic guitar, I’d never heard anything like him, at least not in recent memory. And those lyrics…those fucking lyrics. The man is a storyteller, and I’ve also been a sucker for a well-told story in a song (See: Nathanson, Matt.) Turner has easily and quickly become […]