This band, man.
I fucking love them.
*AHEM*
My introduction to O.A.R. was Hey Girl in heavy rotation on Drive 105. (Oh how I miss non-shitty radio stations.) Somewhere along the line Love and Memories was added to the mix, but I don’t recall really looking into more of their music until Shattered (Turn the Car Around) hit radio. (After Drive went the way of every other station on the 105 frequency.) All Sides was the first full album I actually bought and it has gotten a lot of play in the last six years. Also the subsequent albums King, The Rockville LP, and Live on Red Rocks, and the predecessor Stories of a Stranger.
I’ve been fully intending to fill in the rest of their library, but they have about seventy-five albums (give or take—they’ve been around awhile). If I bought up everything iTunes has that I don’t, it would run me a whole lot of money in one shot. I’ll have to work on that investment slowly, I guess. And in the meantime, beat to death absorb the music I do have.
They also have that annoying ability to make me actually like songs I can’t stand by the original artist.
Even the most covered song of the last decade.
They’re on my list of desperately-want-to-see-live. Granted they ever play a non general-admission-standing-room-only venue when they come to town. (Seriously, who picks the venues for artists to play? We need to have words.)
They play Red Rocks practically every tour (or so it seems). If we ever get back there for another concert, this band is high on the list that might get us there.
You bet your ass I have the Live on Red Rocks DVD.
I love the camera on Chris’ drum kit. Every time it switches to that view it looks like it’s just going to go flying.
Also Jerry has impressive lung power with that saxophone. Not to mention at that altitude—6000-some-odd feet above sea level is no joke and not for weak lungs.
I would totally make out with Marc Roberge.
Or the blue-eyed drummer.
Or any of them, really.
What?
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