What the Toll Tells
About three or four years ago, Adam and Tyson handed me a 5-song demo of their new band that they called two gallants. It was a slim, black, generic jewel-case with a photo of them sticking some sort of voodoo cards on their faces. I remember listening to the demo on a flight right after they gave it to me. I tried to read a book as the music played through my headphones, but it was almost impossible to do so. All I could focus on was this demo. Every now and again you come across a song, or a book, or a movie, or a person, or something that inspires you. You know what I mean? One of those moments when you feel like you've found something and all you want to do is be a sponge. Well there I was, on that plane, inspired. And by who? By two 40-ounce drinkin', late night San Francisco derelicts. Their stories sparked my imagination. I put down my book, and I asked the flight attendant for a pen and paper. And as I listened to those 5 songs that Adam and Tyson gave me over and over and over again, I began to write my own words on paper. For the rest of that flight, as I listened to Adam untangle his words on that cd, so did I with my pen and paper.
Every now and again that happens. You find something that inspires you. I found it in this band, and the crazy thing is, since that time—however many years, a couple albums, a few seven-inch vinyl's, a blear-cover, and a lot of dirty gritty nasty amazing shows later—it's only gotten better. But don't get me wrong--this is not to say that this band will inspire you. Lets face it, to each their own. All I'm saying is that it did for me. So take it for what it's worth. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find yourself sharing in that same rare moment.