1000 Minutes: Andy #46

The songs in today’s installment of my 1000 Minutes Project are a decade removed from each other, but when I listened to them in order to collect my feelings, they don’t give me the sense that my journey in the intervening 10 years took me all that far – at least in terms of my musical taste.  That’s neither here nor there, really – just an observation.

Need catching up?  Check out my full list of tracks here.

93. Sixpence None the Richer – Angeltread (mp3) from This Beautiful Mess (3:29) [Time Remaining: 566:13]

I can’t really say I’ve ever been particularly depressed about much of anything; I went through the funk that a lot of high school kids get caught up in – trying to find an appropriate niche, proper outlets for expression – really just the mawkish growing-up that happens to everyone, and that everyone feels as though they are alone in.

And during that time in 1995/1996, Sixpence None the Richer was my outlet.  (That my outlet was a female fronted band is a conversation for another time.)  This Beautiful Mess was such a force, opening my musical vocabulary to The Innocence Mission, Over the Rhine, Starflyer 59, and providing me with some sense that I was not, in fact, alone in what I was feeling.  “Angeltread” is the opening track from the album, and it’s a far cry from the song that made them famous, and it’s still as affecting today as it was for me then.

94. Voxtrot – The Start of Something (mp3) from Raised By Wolves [EP] (4:32) [Time Remaining: 561:41]

Was there ever a band that had more promise go unfulfilled than Voxtrot?  (This is obviously not an affirmative question.  There are far more tragic stories than Voxtrot’s inability to craft a suitable release.)  The band set the internet abuzz with their jangly indie-pop starting in 2005 with the release of their Raised By Wolves EP, and followed it up with a pair of promising EPs, but each subsequent release has left me feeling entirely underwhelmed.

But there are myriad bands who, in their failure to reproduce a certain magic, churn out vaguely similar compositions, and I hate them for it.  So perhaps Voxtrot has something better in the wings, and their refusal to abide by a single formula should be taken as hopeful, rather than slightly insulting.  I, for one, certainly hope so.