
If Fit for a King‘s Deathgrip was an arm around my shoulder at the edge of a suicidal cliff, The Hotelier were the inspiration to fly away from it. Their album was about hope to me. You can find beauty in life, no matter what. A fawn in the snow outside your room, referenced in “Soft Animal” chokes me up. It reminds me of walking around Little Tokyo for a day. Flying up to Sacramento on my own to see an old friend. Having dreams again when I had hardly dreamt for years. I haven’t revealed this to anyone. The reason I sleep in, above all else, is to continue dreaming. I go back to sleep to enjoy adventures out in canyons, making love to this girl, or achieving my personal goals. I’m not saying this band caused these positive forces but it offered me hope. I can have those things. It’s ok to be sad but I appreciate what I have and experience.
Goodness surprised me. Seeing them live at The Che in June synced us together. They opened with “Goodness, Pt. 2” which really started everything of right. The bass drum and snare intro swelled the energy in the room. When the electricity of guitars kicks it’s the correct timing to release that pent-up energy from the audience. It felt right. I know next time I see them I may lose myself a bit within the crowd. “Two Deliverances” causes the same kind of stir with its poetry. Sometimes my mind keeps me prisoner. I question my decisions and thoughts. Second guessing myself makes me uncomfortable. I don’t feel confident in myself. It prevents you from just moving forward, moving on, or at least figuring out where you are. Maybe there’s deliverance in distract like the song references with night skies and constellations.
My favorite song here “Piano Player” did turn around some miserable days and weeks. I could wake up feeling like I didn’t want to go anywhere, feeling sorry for myself, to speeding on the highway to work. Driver’s side window down, volume maxed out, singing “sustain.”It’s the perfect kind of song for me. There’s space for the lyrics to have their day, time for the instruments to build up and explode. It’s forward moving music pushing ahead to wherever it is we’re going. The final lyrics “and I don’t know if I know love no more” made me oddly hopeful. Don’t know why. The singer didn’t sound sad and I found myself singing this out loud in my car too. I don’t know right now but maybe I will. I want to someday. I have the capability but will I find the bravery? Only I can change that.
The Hotelier were hope for me when I didn’t have much of anything obviously positive. Goodness helped me see what’s always around us, good and bad. I don’t have to die anymore, as they said. I don’t want spend my days dying anymore and I fucking won’t.
