It's been a long two years since the last TRS album came out during my freshman year of college. I was miserable in Fredonia, still a photo major, and had no idea where my life was headed. The entire Of Men and Angels album always reminds me of bus rides back and forth between Buffalo and New York. It makes me a bit nostalgic in a love/hate sense, but now it's time for a new album.
Bryce has done it again, blown us all away and this time he did it all on his own. Forget major labels and even indie labels- he recorded this in Texas, produced, wrote and of course played all instruments on the album even the typewriter and trashcans. The credits even state "Additional recording in Bryce's attic". Clearly Bryce Avary doesn't let anybody take advantage of him or try and control his music. He's got the drive and talent to do it on his own.... with a little help from his fans of course ;) I've been with him and this family of fans for seven years and as difficult as my life was in high school, having The Rocket Summer was always something I could turn to when my friends failed to be there for me. Not to say that I don't have friends, but there were a great deal of turbulent times between us in high school and blasting The Rocket Summer, looking forward to new albums and shows has given me happiness. And now that I've got a wonderful group of solid friends, it's even better to be able to share the love.
I began listening to the new album, Life Will Write the Words last night on June 5th at 8pm. I didn't stop until 5am. I'm still listening to it now. I also gave up my tickets to see Jukebox the Ghost on June 22nd at Bowery Ballroom to make the trip down to Richmond, Virginia to see Bryce instead. And I'll be going to Baltimore the next night. Wish I could go to NYC, Philly, and Boston, but I'll be in Florida those days. It's okay though because I've never been to Richmond or seen Bryce in Maryland so it will be an adventure. Oh, the adventures I go on for this guy.... I'd never trade them for the world. So once again, thanks to the greatest musician I know.
Life write the words but you choose your own melody
Yes, life has given me hurt, but I choose my own melody
And sometimes it's that sad, sad song I'm singing all my day long
I'm just trying, trying to find the right notes
