Oh, Sunny Day

According to American Zine, the original Sunny Day Real Estate trio have gotten back together, and given their apparent fondness for strange, awkward band names, formed The Fire Theft.

I think that's pretty neat.

I saw Sunny Day a couple of years ago at the Birch Hill (you central-Jersey show-goers musta been there at some point) and they put on a fantastic show. Right smack in the middle of the sweaty chorus of one song, the singer (Jeremy Enigk) screamed "STOP!" and cast a mad gaze down at the front of the crowd, where a couple of meatheads were apparently shoving each other. The band stopped playing as the meatheads looked around, embarassed to have caused the band to, uh, stop playing, and William Goldsmith (guitarist) said something to the effect of "Why are you guys fighting? Sunny Day's all about love, man." Then they jumped back into the song, right where they left off. I'll never forget the look on Enigk's face as he screamed at those dumb, dumb meatheads.

And that's my Sunny Day Real Estate story.

If you're in a pissed-off mood, or if your girlfriend just dumped you for the school track coach or something, don't even think about dropping the needle on a Dashboard Confessional record.* Put on Sunny Day Real Estate's 'Diary.' It's wonderous to the max, and it has more balls then twenty Chris Carrabbas taking up all twenty lanes at a bowling alley. A bowling alley in Ballstown. On Balls Boulevard. You get the idea.

*Does that guy even put out vinyl? I don't know. Probably.