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The Stars Here
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It’s
the morning after a long night out, and The Stars Here are waking up with their
heads swimming… it’s time to play. They set up, call a few friends over, and get
to the day’s business: eleven songs. They play “Simply Saucer”, a riff-rocker
that struts and staggers like a band on a bender. Next up’s “Cocaine Pants”,
rolling like the whiskey shots still in their stomachs. They chime into “Coast
of California”, an ode to the west pleaded over a shimmering classic rock
melody. But slowly, the hangovers persist, the band slow down, and the acoustic
guitars are un-cased. Patrick Finch begins to pick through the intro of “Albert
St. Band” and starts to sing: “We’re getting long in the tooth / the city’s
getting hot.” As the band roll through the hungover-country-optimism of “Being
Stoned” and the Sadies-esque stomp of “Sinner’s Soul”, they let their friends
add personal flourishes: a tambourine here, a little pedal steel guitar, maybe a
duet…and as the day progresses, The Stars Here have an epiphany: “This is how a
record should be made.” |
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