“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”—Timothy Leary (via youignorantsluut)
The last time I saw the Drive By Truckers they were playing the Basilica Block Party, a local music festival in Minneapolis. While it’s no Coachella, the Basilica Block Party is one of the biggest music festivals in the Twin Cities, drawing a solid twenty-thirty thousand fans each summer. And so, the festival made local news in 2011 when several marriage-equality activists spearheaded a highly-publicized boycott of the festival, which is a fundraiser for the Basilica of St. Mary, a massive Catholic church in the middle of Minneapolis.
The boycott ultimately provided a very mild dosage of politics on the day of the actual festival, as kind Midwestern women handed out pretty uncontroversial ”I support marriage quality” stickers to guests outside the show. I immediately forgot about the attempted boycott as soon I walked into the festival, that is, until, several hours later, when Patterson Hood quietly, deviously, pulled out the Truckers’ oldie “Too Much Sex (Too Little Jesus)” just for the occasion.
Of the three times I’ve seen the Drive By Truckers live, there hasn’t been a single moment that’s topped Hood walking up to that mic with a huge grin on his face, the stage facing right in front of the towering, beautifully grandiose Basilica Of St. Mary, and starting off the song just as it does on the record: with Hood, accapella, shouting out that chorus: “too much sex, too little jesus” all by himself, just to make sure you can hear the words he’s singing.