Sunshine Soldier…

Andy Grammer.

Remember when I had about seventy-five embarrassing posts in a row babbling incessantly about this guy?

Yeah.

He still holds a prominent place in my music-obsessed heart.

When we saw him live last year, he played a new song called The Good Parts. It was just him and his piano and it was magic.

 

 

I’ll admit it. I cried the first time I listened to this thing. (Nevermind I cry at E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.)

Going into a new album by my obsessions favorites always comes with a weird anxiety and apprehension. What is it going to sound like? Is it going to live up to my ridiculous standards? Am I going to be cursing Basil for pulling some half-baked story idea out of a random lyric? How many replays is it going to take for it to feel like part of the family?

This is my brain and welcome to it.

AG is probably the only person who can pull off a song called Grown Ass Man Child. And I didn’t think it was possible for him to get more adorable, but then he became a dad and Spaceship is peak precious. I sit here looking at the track list, thinking I could probably imagine every single one of these songs live and OOF. (Now if only that March tour date was at a venue with some damn reserved seating.)

The whole album end to end is unabashedly Andy. He is a bright spot in this chaotic disaster of a world.

I think we could all use a little more of that.

 


(Give Love [live] by Andy Grammer)

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