f-l-o-b-o-t-s

I'm still digging the Flobots, and stoked to have gotten to see them here in San Diego.  Here's my lame attempt at capturing the joy of soundcheck.  Andy rocks the guitar.

And, Emily rocks for getting a setlist.  And getting is signed by most of the band.  
It was a lovely followup to my morning, touring the border fence construction work here in San Diego County.  That was depressing.  The Flobots call for revolution made me more hopeful.   

We rise together.

It's about resurrection, y'all.  Join in.

my current musical infatuation

is with the Flobots.  Every since I heard that sickeningly catchy song, "Handlebars," on KROQ as I was driving to Erika and Joel's house last month, it's stuck in my head.  Now our radio stations seem to be playing it all the time.  So I downloaded the whole album, and I'm quite taken with it.    They're gonna change the world.

I like the verbal rhythms of it.  Like spoken word poetry (another hobby I mean to get into).  Maybe that hip-hop stuff deserves more of my time.

I mean, really:

Stand up

We shall not be moved

except by a child with no socks or shoes

It sings with a confidence that preaches the uncompromising love of God.  And there's a viola in the group.  Not a violin.  A viola.  And violas play in their own darn clef.

I think violas are gonna be my new metaphor for being "in the world but not of the world."