An oldie. Jack in Kansas City.
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I’ve been missing them an extra fucking lot lately.
Just rediscovered a cruddy blackberry photo I took at Steel Train’s shoot for the Bullet music video. Between takes the guys played some songs for the crowd including Road Song and invited some of the original members up to sing. This was one of the most special nights of my life.
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I’m going to admit right now that today was my first time actually listening to Trampoline as a full album. I listened to it while I was frying chick peas for dinner and then driving to work.
I have only ever been to New Jersey for two days out of my life. I had tickets to see a Q&A by Kevin Smith in Red Bank.
I’m 22. I don’t have the same sort of memory of the 90s as the boys of Steel Train do.
I saw…one basement punk show in my teenage years. I was more the sort of kid who was cripplingly quiet and refused to wear something if Hot Topic didn’t sell it.
Despite all these things when I listen to Steel Train something happens inside me and I can’t place how I am having such a strong feeling of joyous nostalgia.
My chest tightens, I feel tears brimming and I’m smiling so wide I feel like my face might split in two. The kind of smile you can’t contain even if you tried. The kind where you just locked yourself out of your apartment, spilled coffee on your clean shirt, slammed your finger in the car door, got into a fight with your mom and then you see something like two children on the sidewalk—one passes off a dandelion to the other. It cuts right through your grumpiness and punches you right in the heart. You smile despite yourself and completely by surprise.
You discover emotion you thought you buried. Fuck—you might even end up bouncing while you’re walking.
When I listen to Steel Train I want to be at the Firehouse in NJ watching Jack in his punk band. I want to go back to that one afternoon Rachel and Nate and everyone else hung upside down on the bleachers and Rachel ate that gross thing at the diner.
I was never there. I don’t think anyone reading this was.
Obviously I’m not the #1 fan if I didn’t listen to all of Trampoline before today so I guess I can say I’m not exaggerating this because Steel Train is my world. This is just an incredible band to me, okay?
Cooking in my kitchen this afternoon—the first line in Firecracker had tears rolling down my face. It’s not because of the words or the music or the personal ties I have to the band.
I really think it’s Jack. It’s everyone in the band. They feel like best friends and I know you know what I mean. They feel like best friends, don’t they? I don’t know how to end this but I needed to get this out because no other band in my life—even bands I have genuine nostalgia for my past with—have made me feel like this before.
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“For You My Dear” - Steel Train
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