This is a conversation that happened just two weeks ago between myself and two of my friends, Jess and Billy, regarding The Hold Steady.
Jess: Pat, what's that band you and Sarah like that I don't really like that much?
Pat: The Hold Steady.
Jess: Yeah, the Hold Steady. I don't love them. You really do though.
Billy: Yeah, but Pat likes The Hold Steady pretty much more than anybody.
-end scene.
This is true. Thank you, Bill.
As if there were ever a cat in the bag. I adore the Hold Steady. Over this decade The Hold Steady have skyrocketed toward the top of my list of favorite bands. They make me happier than any band and no band puts on a better live show than THS. It's hard for me to write about Separation Sunday because it has become such an integral part of my existence since its release. I can't really put my love for it into words. I've listened to it a million times, poured over every second, mapped out exactly how I would write it as a movie.
This is the opening scene.
Int. Church. Day
A PRIEST is giving his homily in a huge packed church. The congregates are enraptured. The door of the church quietly opens and a young woman, HOLLY, quietly enters. She is disheveled as if she has been out for days and hasn't slept. She's "limping left on broken heels" and walks slowly down the center of the church. No one pays her any mind until.
HOLLY:
(screaming)
FATHER!!!!!!
Everyone stops and looks at this woman. She looks around. Pleased. Smirking
HOLLY
(CONT'D)
Can I tell your congregation how
a resurrection really feels?
Cut to black as the opening riff of "Stevie Nix" blares.
I think about this record all the damn time. It's so good. It's nostalgic without being trite. It's pure rock 'n roll and it never gets old. As a matter of fact I'm going to stop writing about it so I can listen to it instead. Bye now.
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