PIEBALD

Oh what is this now?  I bet you thought I was gone.  Well I'm back, and I'm ready to set things on fire, NBA Jam style.  Boomshakalaka!

So I came out of my hermitage today to talk about the most rockingest band to ever lace up a pair of PF Flyers.

I first got turned on to Piebald early on in High School.  Their albums are a little bit of an acquired taste (The lyric structure is more or less free verse and a lot of their early stuff is not particularly melodic), but I'd dare you to not be absolutely obsessed if you ever got the chance to see them live.

They had the tenacious double threat of thoughtful angst and sing-a-long power which, when they unleashed live, they deliver with such unforgiving pace that you barely have anytime to recover between songs.  Oh yeah, and they had some pretty rawkus fans to boot (if I do say so myself).

But in a way, this is a eulogy for the boys from Andover.

Sadly, it looks like they have hung up their guitars for good after a farewell show two years ago and only coming together once for a special one-off show last month since (which I was lucky enough to be present for).  The worst part of being a musician is knowing how much amazing music out there will never be heard.  Nothing can last forever, but at least Piebald was heard.  At least we'll always have Grace Kelly.

Piebald, good sirs, you were underrated.