Confession: Every two out of three days, I wish I was William from Almost Famous.
There’s something wildly intoxicating about the idea of living a life on the road, being immersed in music every day from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep. (Aside: The reasons I identify with William, other than the obvious writing connection, over the band-aids are another blog post for another day.)
So it should come as no surprise that I have fallen madly in love with The Wild Feathers, a band that sounds and looks like they could have walked straight out of the movie. Reverb-y electric guitar mixed with acoustic strumming; road-weathered vocals peppered with assurances that no matter how crazy life gets, you’re always going to come out on the upside; and multi-part harmonies that will make you swoon. It’s an iconic sound in a style reminiscent of The Band, but with its own little modern-day charm.
I have been listening to their debut album non-stop for a week now. Dear readers, this is going to be one really awful musical crush.
This particular number, “Hard Times,” has a magnetic pull on me, so it claims Earworm of the Week status. I seriously have played it 100 times. One of those songs that I hit repeat on like six times in a row. My god, the harmonies. Love, love, love.
The Wild Feathers are playing in Charlotte next month, opening for ZZ Ward with James Bay (who also has my little musical heart pitter-pattering these days). I have pretty high expectations of them. If they are as good as they expect them to be, I’m going to quit my job and follow them on tour. Fair warning.
(A giant hat tip to The Good Groupie, who has talked about The Wild Feathers for months and inspired me to go check them out, finally.)