a good band died sunday.
three of the four-boy exploding hearts—whose “razorblades and sleeping aides” was one of my favorite six songs in the first six months of 2003—were killed in a van wreck yesterday morning.
poor guys. they were just really starting out, and a praise-heavy review in pitchfork really gave them a boost. hell, i went and bought their album. it’s good—the kind of songs you want to listen to when it’s the summertime.
just last nite i made a cd for my friend stephanie, who was having a birthday party at martin’s with still stanley & the symptoms. i put a exploding hearts song first—because i knew she’d love it. it’s so catchy you have to like it; it’s the kind of rock and roll that makes people smile and jump around when they get drunk.
i feel like i got ripped off. they were just a bunch of kids who talked about making out with the donnas and sang pop songs. and they had their history down, too.
so goodnight matt lock, baby, kid; you guys did a good job while you were here.