Well, then.

Sometimes it all works out. Last year, I told my boys that nothing could match the Royals' 2014 postseason run. It was too unexpected and too rambunctious to be outdone, even by a championship.

I was wrong.

When you watch your team comes from two runs down seven times in eleven postseason wins (and winning three World Series games when trailing in the eighth or later), I think the bar has been raised.

Looking at it another way, if the Royals outdo this October (and November) next year, I will not be alive at the end to see it.

Funny thing is, I think I'm okay with that.


Because Jon and Matt say so

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Roping the wind

Jack the Radio hails from Raleigh, but it comes from the 70s. The boys affect a western style and the occasional cowboy sound, but this is 70s concept rock at its finest.

Jack the Radio
The conceit behind this album is to create something of a spaghetti western rock opera, and damned if works far better than it sounds. I'm not sure I would have bought into an acid-rock version of the Eagles as played by Marc Bolan. . .well, no, that sounds pretty interesting to me.

The band stays in character throughout, and while the story falls a bit on the basic side, the inventiveness of the music is a constant. The reverbed lead guitar and echoed organ do lend that certain time and place to the sound, but they also drive these songs to my happy place.

Don't worry about the back story; this is solid rock and roll. Timeless stuff that ought to keep blazing away for a long time. Maybe it's not cool to crank up the guitars these days. Or maybe bands like Jack the Radio will usher in a new era of honest-to-god rock.

Either way, this album provides plenty of thrills. Each song turns over another rock, exposing wonders underneath. Quite the sunset drive.