Today’s song was going to be ‘Pensacola,’ a gritty slice of southern blues rock by Joan Osborne, whose debut album Relish is a woefully under-appreciated gem. But Ms. Osborne, or her handlers, apparently police YouTube like the SS, shooting down any videos containing her songs. I even tried uploading a clip with a completely misleading title but the system scanned the audio track and booted it.
Come on! Are they really afraid people will listen to her music on YouTube instead of buying it? How entirely inconvenient would that be in the age of the 99 cent download? You know, Joan, it’s far more likely that people would spread your music around on blogs like this one and you might pick up some new fans.
OK, rant over.
Sorry, Travis, to have gone on such a tangent instead of commenting on your song. I commend you for allowing your music and videos to be shared by music lovers on this wacky new World Wide Web.
Of all the bands described (or dismissed) as Radiohead wannabes (a list that includes Coldplay and Keane as well as this band and several others), Travis has most consistently impressed me. I think it’s because they don’t seem to take themselves as seriously as the rest.
Sure, they can pile on the angst and many of their songs are bathed in atmosphere, but there’s an underlying optimism in most of their work that makes for easy listening.
Take this song, ‘Sing,’ from their second album The Invisible Band. Lead singer and writer Fran Healy penned the tune for his wife, who was always reluctant to sing in front of him. It’s a buoyant exhortation to just belt it out and not give a damn what anybody else thinks.
And whoever came up with the idea of introducing a banjo to the mix is a very smart person indeed.