Wednesday, July 14, 2010
When I say The Distillers, most people say yuck and yeah right chump. My ears must be broken, because my stomach is fine, though their music hurts my feet (I'm always bouncing, jumping, stomping) and my head throbs. Turn it down! No, turn it up. When I was in 8th grade, I told everyone I liked The Distillers because the cheerleaders said that's not music and my friends were like this is totally punk rock. I just wanted everyone to forget I used to have a Good Charlotte button. Freshman year of college, I pulled out Sing Sing Death House and finally GOT it. These tunes rule because they are alive. I am alive. Match made in riffs. Let's wail.