‘As in everything else they do, there’s an overpowering sense of earnestness and vulnerability that makes it work.’
‘It borders on critical malpractice to call the Wonder Years a pop-punk band at this point—not because that term is a pejorative, by any means, but because it implies a creative stagnation that couldn’t be farther from the truth.’
From a Pitchfork review of Sister Cities.
I was going to start this post with something along the lines of questioning how I’d slept on this new Wonder Years album for so long but then I realised I actually heard the title track the week it was released.
It might not have been intended the way I received it but it felt apt and pushed some tears from my eyes as I was driving away from a team who I loved and who I felt loved by. Over a couple of years they helped to make me into who I am when it comes to work and bent the skills I had to work for me and showed me my limits and how to push them.
I’ve always appreciated the way Campbell uses geography, it felt intimate even when it was a place I’d never been, Philadelphia. Now when he’s singing about places I know and those I want to be in my future it feels even more immediate while still being about sitting on the outside and feeling far removed from places you might also want to be.
I think the emotion it conjured in me also came from a place of relief for T and I to be permanently in the same place after a year or so of a little distance between us most of the time. He often shows me how to be a better human being in every environment, thinks carefully, plans methodically. I give in to impulse too easily sometimes.
A couple of years ago I was thinking that if I can’t hypothetically justify a decision I had made to my Grandad Patrick, who saw so much good in everyone, then it was bad judgement and a bad decision. Now i tend not to make too many AWFUL decisions but thinking about what my peaceful best friend would understand me doing is another helpful gauge.
I was just mange and skin and bone
You took me into your home
Kept warm on a blanket from your worn out winter coat
I’m laying low
A stray dog in the street
You took me home
We’re sister cities