Check out this band, Honey. I'm sure you have heard of them. They're called Khruangbin. Weird name for a American band, even for an Asian like me. They're not a flamboyant music, but they complement each other perfectly. Everyone is rhythm driven, but that guitarist totally makes the band. There are so many options for songwriting with this style. I can see how their fans can just let their music play on and forget everything else. I think they sound better live. That's probably because they're easy to mix. The vocals are just a lot of hissing and mumbling, but that's OK. They don't really need a singer. But the right singer would push them from great to legendary.
I have something I need to record into this weblog. Many months ago, the ceiling light in the kitty litter room began acting temperamental. I had to wiggle the switch around to get it to flicker on. Eventually, it fizzled out completely, and I had to use a different light source. Then a couple of months later, the fridge wasn't getting enough power. The light inside wouldn't turn on then the fridge shut down completely, but it worked again when I moved it to a different outlet. A few nights ago, the other ceiling lights fizzled out. I thought I would have to pay for an electrician. Usually when I go to the mosque, I take the back road to avoid traffic. But last night I unconsciously took the front road, and I saw the junction box on the power pole by the main road smoking. I didn't have my phone on me, so I decided to report it when I got out of the mosque. Someone else had reported it though, as it burst into flames. It didn't take too long for the utility company to replace the box, and my ceiling lights came back on. It took almost a year for the short circuit in the junction box to become obviously problematic. If I had in that span of time called in the electricians to fix my home circuitry, they would have failed. I never made the call because I didn't have the money.
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