Oi! Don't Interupt Me!

Right. That was rude... Anyways, I want to start off by saying if you haven't checked out my long time friend and brief fling, Johnny's blog (http://tarantinoholic.blogspot.com) I suggest you do so. I am almost certain that it is more enlightening than this. So now that I'm done name dropping and making my sexuality questionable, on with the show.

Friends - Chris Ceglarz

So a little back story to bring y'all up to speed on this tune. Chris is my bestest ever friend in the whole wide world. One fateful November 23rd 2007 Chris got a job in Al-effin-berta. So on a fateful November 24th he packed up his life in his truck and took off faster than the French from world war two. Fast forward to a few weeks ago. Chris is now an established man with his own apartment. When he first got his place all he had was a guitar and his laptop. So picture a 300 pound polish kid, not even 19 for a month, sitting in a room with bare walls and no furniture, thinking about how much he misses his buddies. So he writes a song about us. Heart warming eh.

So i got to say that for a musically up beat song with its almost baseball park like organs backing up the guitar that it is one depressing little ditty. If you listen closely you can hear the echo of Chris' voice in his empty apartment. Though the premise of the song is a downer and a half, Chris keeps true to his happy disposition by throwing in clever rhymes and inside jokes that only Stephens (me), Johnsy and Paquette would understand. Way to be big guy.
I am completely bias in reviewing this song but any song dedicated to his buddies gets a 20/10 from me. Unless you're Puffy ripping on The Police's fame to dedicate a song to his fat buddy.

Ps. Ian I have your money for the Foos