There’s a CD I turn to when I need my home, and my family, and the people I love. There’s one CD that truly plows into my heart and reminds me where I come from. It’s on now, as it has been for the better part of two weeks. A few years ago, Michelle Branch formed a country duo with her backup singer, Jessica Harp: The Wreckers took over the country music scene as one of the most promising acts in years. They released one album, Stand Still, Look Pretty, before they disbanded some 18 months ago. Some of you may scoff at this seemingly odd choice, especially those of you who know my musical background, and I dare say that you’d be right to assume I’d gone absolutely batty. But seriously, this disc is excellent. These two women have nearly identical voices, which make for some spine-chilling harmonies. Paired with damn good, tell-it-like-it-is songwriting and a phenomenal band, it’s simply infectious.
I fall back to this disc when I can’t say what I want to say, which has been precisely my position for the past few weeks. I know what’s getting to me, I know exactly what brought it on, but due to a completely undeserved promise of loyalty, I can’t discuss it. So I put this disc on, I sing at the absolute top of my lungs (which is somewhere near Mount Fuji, I’m guessing) and I shell pistachios for the biscotti I’m making for my Mocha Man. I remember the long, windy drives through the mountains of Eastern Kentucky with my best friend when we played this disc on repeat and gave The Wreckers a run for their vocal money. I remember sitting in my sister’s bathroom when I lived with her for a few months, watching her put on her makeup and singing along to this disc with her. I remember driving back and forth to Louisville, nursing a broken heart and letting my rage seep out with the song “Cigarettes” on repeat.
So here I am again, with The Wreckers on repeat, wondering when I’ll quit being pissed about all this.
Not anytime soon, I’m guessing, since I’ve almost drained the juice in my ipod.