I have been inhaling a steady muscial diet of The Amps lately. It is the band that Kim Deal was somehow involved in for a certain period of time.
A steady diet of the Amps is a good way to spend a slightly sad night of driving and absently thinking about various topics.
As with most things cool in music that I have been exposed to, my very most favorite person French Panic introduced me to it. I listened to the whole album several times on the lonely highway 16 from Edmonton to Hinton. It was night for most of it and I had forgotten how to engage high beams seeing as I just don’t drive at all anymore and my brand new Québecois license has become simply incidental in my life.
Once again, I find myself in Hinton mere days before French Panic’s birthday, unable to celebrate with her and her birthday twin avec famille.
I have become accustomed to my Montréal life, and the west is shaking me awake again.